The Distant Whispers

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2026-08-20 06:45:23 -

The wren left the roof of the guildhall at dawn. It did not sing. It simply dissolved into the grey mist, a small brown smear against the stone. Miles watched it go. His hands were stained with ink. The smell of oak gall and iron sulfate hung heavy in the air. He was not a man who left things. He was a man who bound them. He walked to the river. The water was cold and black. It moved with a...

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