The Distant Whispers

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The dream is not a place but a texture, a heavy, wet wool that presses against your lungs and your skin, smelling of damp stone and the copper tang of old blood. You are in the tower, the topmost room of the Abbey of St. Jude, where the wind howls through the cracks in the masonry like a chorus of the damned, and you are holding it, the object, the thing that has been passed from hand to hand,...

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