The Distant Whispers

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The rain fell like a shroud. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the gate. He held the letter in his hand. It was cold. The ink was dry. The words were final. He had been sent away. Not by choice. By error. He looked up. The building rose above him. It was gray stone. It was old. It was the Archive. It had stood for a century. It would stand for another. It did not care about him. It did not care...

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