The Distant Whispers

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The sound was not a whisper, but a shatter, loud and brittle as the breaking of ice on the Severn in late winter. It happened in the great hall, beneath the oak beams that had held the roof since the reign of Edward, and I stood with my back to the door, watching the air itself seem to crack. The body lay there, not moving, yet the stillness was wrong, a negative space where life should have...

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