The Distant Whispers

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The hall smelled of wet wool and old stone. It was the annual gathering of the Guild of Keepers. A room carved from the living rock of the Scottish Highlands, deep beneath the earth. The air was thick, heavy with the breath of two hundred men and women. They sat in tiered rows of oak benches. Their faces were pale, lit by the amber glow of gas lamps that buzzed softly in the corners. Margaret...

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