The Distant Whispers

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2026-08-20 04:15:09 -

You wake in the dark, but it is not the dark of a bedroom, nor the dark of a tomb. It is the thick, wet dark of the earth itself, pressing against your skin like a heavy, cold shroud. You are standing, though you do not remember standing. You are holding something. Your hands are locked in a grip that feels more like a vice than a hold, your knuckles white, your muscles trembling with the...

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