The Distant Whispers

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2026-08-18 01:12:36 -

The bees were dying on the windowpane, their wings caked in a sticky, amber resin that smelled of rot and old honey, and I could not look away from the way they thrashed against the glass, a frantic, silent ballet of dissolution that mirrored the slow, suffocating rot within my own chest. My name is Elara, and for three centuries I have served the House of Vane, a lineage of men who believed...

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