The Distant Whispers

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2026-08-20 00:14:33 -

The rain fell on the village of Oakhaven not as water, but as a fine, gray mist that seemed to dissolve the very edges of the world, blurring the boundary between the cobblestones and the sky until everything was a single, weeping gray. It was the morning Margot left, a departure that had been whispered about for three weeks in the kitchens and the market squares, a secret that tasted of iron...

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