The Distant Whispers

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The mist did not lift so much as it dissolved, surrendering to a heat that smelled of wet stone and old rain. Elias Vane stood at the edge of the cliff, his boots sinking into the soft, grey earth, while the wind tore at the hem of his coat. He was hunting. Not for a man, though the village below whispered of a thief, a killer, a thing of shadow that had taken the light from their homes. He was...

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