The Distant Whispers

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The old chapel stood at the edge of the cliff, its stones bleached by centuries of salt wind. It was not a grand cathedral. It was a hump. A scar on the rock. But it remained. It did not crumble. It did not fade. It simply was. Elara arrived at dawn. She carried no bag. She carried only her memory and a map drawn in ink that would not dry. She was leaving. Or rather, she was returning to leave....

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