The Distant Whispers

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The iron bites deep into the shoulder, a cold, metallic kiss that speaks of weight and permanence. You are on your knees in the great hall of the Keep, the stone floor slick with the morning’s damp and the residual sweat of the night’s guard rotation. The spear is still in your hand, but it feels like a dead branch, heavy and brittle, stripped of its life. Lord Ashworth stands before you, his...

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