The Distant Whispers

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The rain fell on the cobblestones of the Old Quarter with a rhythmic, persistent drumming that sounded less like weather and more like the slow, grinding teeth of the city itself, eating away at the foundations of things that had stood for centuries. Elara, who was only twelve but carried the weight of a woman’s exhaustion in her narrow shoulders, stood at the threshold of the Belltower, her...

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