The Distant Whispers

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The hall smelled of roasted lamb and old stone. Elias sat at the far end of the long table. He was a clerk. A small man. His uniform was gray. His eyes were red. Around him, the nobles feasted. They laughed. They drank. The sound was a wall. He looked at his hands. They were still. A twig lay in his bowl. A single, brittle twig. Oak. Dried out. He picked it up. It was dry. It snapped easily. He...

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