The Distant Whispers

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2026-08-19 20:57:51 -

The hall smelled of roasted pork and wet wool, the air thick enough to chew, saturated with the scent of beeswax candles burning down to their nubs. We were gathered for the Feast of St. Jude, the annual reckoning where the village elders drank mead until the stars blurred into smears of light on the ceiling, and I sat at the far end of the long oak table, my hands resting on the hilt of my...

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