The Distant Whispers

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I woke in the dark with the taste of iron and old dust on my tongue. The silence of the barracks was not empty but heavy, a physical weight pressing against my eardrums. I lay still. My heart hammered a frantic, birdlike rhythm against my ribs. The dream had been vivid. I saw the river. I saw the water rising, black and indifferent, swallowing the embankment where we had stood. I saw the face...

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