The Distant Whispers
The chain was heavy, a dull, unyielding weight that dragged against the cobblestones of the courtyard, scraping a thin, white line of dust into the dark earth with every step I took, a sound that was less a noise than a vibration felt in the marrow of the shin bone, a grinding testament to the friction between iron and stone that seemed to echo the grinding within my own chest where the air had...
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