The Distant Whispers

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The mist clung to the valley of Oakhaven like a wet wool blanket, heavy and suffocating. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the quarry, his boots sinking into the mud that smelled of iron and rot. He was a man of few words, carved from the same grey stone as the cliffs surrounding him. His uniform was pristine, a stark white against the gloom, a symbol of an order he was no longer...

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