The Distant Whispers

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The river did not run water but a thick, viscous slurry of black oil and broken glass, a mirror that had been shattered by a giant fist and reassembled with no regard for the original pattern, reflecting back to Elias not the sky above him but a distorted, screaming version of his own face, stretched and warped until it was no longer recognizable as human but rather a grotesque caricature of...

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