The Distant Whispers

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2026-08-19 18:24:14 -

The dream begins with the sound of wet wool dragging across cobblestone. It is not a sound you hear with your ears, but with the marrow of your bones. You are standing in the great hall of the Whitmore Estate, a place that has not existed for thirty years, yet you know its layout by the wear in your feet. The air is thick with the scent of coal dust and old paper, a metallic tang that coats the...

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