The Distant Whispers

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"You kept it," Thomas said. His voice was low, a rasp of dry leaves scraping stone. He stood in the archway, silhouetted against the grey light of the courtyard. "You kept the seal." I looked at my hands. They were red. Stained to the wrist with iron and blood and old, dried mud. The ring was heavy on my finger. It burned. A hot, living coal against the bone. "I had to," I whispered. "It’s not...

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