The Distant Whispers

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The dream had no floor. Only the hum. I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth. The air in the tower was thick. It smelled of wet stone and old parchment. And something else. Something alive. My name is Elias. I am a scholar of the old tongues. I live in the city of Oakhaven. The year is 1342. The plague is not here yet. But it is coming. We can feel it in the way the dogs whimper at night. We...

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