The Distant Whispers
The fire roared. It ate the night. You sat at the table. Your hands shook. The wine was red. It was thick. It tasted of iron. The hall was full. They looked at you. They smiled. They did not know. You knew. You were the scholar. You were the keeper. You were the root. The roots were in the cellar. The cellar was cold. It was dark. The air was still. You went down. You always went down. The...
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