The Distant Whispers

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The iron plate cooled in my hand. It was a simple thing, a square of steel, but it carried the weight of the town. I hammered the final nail. The sound rang out, sharp and clear, echoing off the stone walls of the workshop. Outside, the wind moaned against the shutters. It was a cold night. The kind that settled in the bones. I set the plate aside. It was ready. The client would arrive at dawn....

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