The Distant Whispers

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The bell did not ring. It cracked. A sound like a bone snapping in the dark. It echoed through the stone corridors of the priory, a dry, brittle shriek that silenced the monks mid-prayer. I stood in the refectory, my bowl of thin gruel forgotten in my hand. The liquid trembled, a single ripple expanding from the center. Brother Thomas stepped forward. He was old, his face a map of wrinkles...

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