The Distant Whispers
The sword sang in the air. It cut the fog. Elara did not breathe. She held the bone tablet. The letters glowed. Red. Hot. The beast lunged. It was not a beast. It was a shape. A shadow with teeth. It had no name. Only hunger. Elara struck. The blade passed through mist. It found nothing. The beast shrieked. A sound like tearing silk. Elara fell. The ground was cold. Wet. The tablet clutched in...
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