The Distant Whispers

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The road was wet. The mud sucked at the boots. Maren walked. Her back ached. The jar sat in the basket. It was heavy. It hummed. A low sound. Like a bee trapped in glass. She reached the gate. Iron. Rusted. The village lay below. Smoke rose from chimneys. Thin lines. Gray against the sky. "Stop," a voice said. Maren stopped. She did not turn. She knew the voice. Elias. He stood behind her. He...

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