The Distant Whispers

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2026-08-19 16:27:23 -

The hall smells of wet wool and stale beer. It smells of the earth that tries to swallow the floorboards. You are standing in the center of it, holding a lantern that flickers against the damp. The air is thick, heavy with the breath of a hundred unseen guests. They do not speak. They only watch. Their eyes are milky, like old glass marbles left in the sun. You know them. You have always known...

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