The Distant Whispers

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2026-08-19 22:53:47 -

The clock struck. It struck again. The stone tower groaned. I was in the dark. The dark was cold. It smelled of wet wool and old blood. I could not move. My feet were chained. The chains were iron. The iron bit into my skin. I looked up. The room was vast. The walls were high. The ceiling was lost in shadow. Only the floor was visible. It was black. It was slick. "Who are you?" I asked. My...

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