The Distant Whispers
The stone broke. It did not crack. It did not splinter. It exploded inward, a sudden collapse of the ancient archway that had stood for three centuries above the city gate. Dust rose in a choking cloud, white and thick, smelling of old bone and dry earth. Elias stood in the center of the square, his hands still raised, his body rigid. He had been the one to pull the lever. Or so he believed....
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