The Distant Whispers

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The candle had burned down to a stub of wax, a small, white corpse of light in the center of the table, and Elias Thorne did not care for the darkness it cast against the high, vaulted ceiling of the manor. He sat with his back to the door, his posture rigid, his eyes fixed on the dust motes that danced in the single beam of moonlight slicing through the heavy velvet curtains. Across from him,...

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