The Distant Whispers

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2026-08-18 17:38:05 -

The candle burned low. The wax pooled. It hardened. Margaret sat. She did not move. The air was thick. It smelled of tallow. It smelled of iron. The room was small. The walls were close. They pressed in. The shadows danced. They twisted. They whispered. Margaret watched. Her eyes were dry. Her hands were still. They rested on her lap. They were pale. They were thin. She waited. The silence...

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