The Distant Whispers

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The clock in the tower struck the hour, a heavy, iron sound that shook the dust from the rafters. I sat alone in the archive, the air thick with the scent of mildewed paper and cold coal. My hands were trembling. Not from the chill, though the draft crept in through the cracked window, but from the fracture spreading through my wrist. It began as a dull ache, a whisper of pain, but now it was a...

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