The Distant Whispers

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2026-08-18 13:32:05 -

The rain did not fall so much as it settled, a thick, grey mist that clung to the cobblestones of the old quarter, turning the medieval streets into a slick, reflective mirror of the crumbling facades above. I sat in the back room of the tallow chandler’s shop, the air heavy with the scent of rendered fat and stale smoke, my hands stained black up to the wrists. The candle I held was nearly...

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