The Distant Whispers

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The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world until the village of Oakhaven looked less like a place and more like a memory dissolving in water. We sat in the great hall of the old manor, the fire roaring in the stone hearth, trying to hold back the cold that seemed to seep through the very mortar of the walls. There were forty of us,...

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