The Distant Whispers

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The feast was loud. Too loud. It shook the stones of the Guildhall. I sat in the corner, minding my ale. It was cheap. It burned. But it was mine. I watched the candlelight dance on the walls. The shadows stretched long and thin. Like fingers. Like chains. My name is Thomas. I am a glassblower. I make the vases. The pretty things. The ones that break easily. I have worked for Master Aldric for...

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