The Distant Whispers

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2026-08-19 02:15:53 -

The feast was a lie. I knew it before the first spoon touched the rim of the golden bowl. The hall was vast, a cavern of stone and starlight, suspended in a void that had no name. We were the only two souls there. Or so I believed. Or so I told myself, until the air grew thick with the scent of ozone and burnt rosemary. My name was Elias. I wore the chains of the condemned, though I had...

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