The Distant Whispers

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The rain falls not from the sky but from the very marrow of the castle, a persistent, damp exhalation that soaks into the stone floors of the High Court and clings to the silk of your tunic, a reminder that you are not a man of flesh but a vessel for the weight of what you know. You walk the long, echoing corridor, your boots silent on the wet flagstones, toward the throne where Lord Aldous...

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