The Distant Whispers

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2026-08-20 05:52:10 -

The mist clung to the heather like a shroud. I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth. My name was Elias. I was not here. I was always not here. The body that lay in the damp grass was heavy. It felt like lead. It felt like stone. I pushed it up. It did not want to rise. The pain was a dull, grinding ache in my knees. My joints popped. They sounded like dry twigs snapping. I stood. I swayed....

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