The Distant Whispers

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The iron key hung from a chain around his neck, cold against the sweat of his throat, a weight that had grown heavier with every step up the spiraling stairs of the Keep. Arthur Thorne, once the most decorated captain in the Northern Guard, now wore the livery of a jailer, his uniform stained with the grime of a cellar that smelled of damp stone and rotting straw. He did not look up as he...

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