The Distant Whispers

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I woke with the taste of wet chalk and old copper in my mouth, the same metallic tang that had coated my teeth for the last three years since I arrived in this fog-choked valley of stone and silence, a place where the air itself seemed to hold its breath, waiting for a command that never came, and I knew with a certainty that settled deep in the marrow of my bones that the seal was broken, that...

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