The Distant Whispers

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The iron gate rattled. It was a dry, skeletal sound, like bones shifting in a drawer. Elias stood in the courtyard. The cobblestones were slick with rain. He adjusted his collar. The fabric was cheap wool. It itched. He ignored it. "Gate is loose," he said. No one answered. The air was thick. It smelled of coal smoke and wet stone. He looked up. The tower rose above him. It was a square block...

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