The Distant Whispers

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2026-08-19 18:31:47 -

The parchment was not merely a document; it was a living, breathing thing, a skin stretched tight over the bones of a forgotten god, and I held it in my hands with a reverence that felt less like duty and more like a fever, a burning that started in the marrow of my wrists and climbed, climbing, until it sat heavy and hot behind my sternum, pulsing in time with the erratic, thudding heartbeat...

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