The Distant Whispers

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, gray mist that clung to the shoulders of the world. "You’re late, Sergeant," said the voice from the shadows. It was not a voice of accusation, but of weary fact, like the creak of a hinge that has been rusted shut for decades. Elias Vance did not turn. He stood at the edge of the clearing, his boots sinking into the moss that felt less like...

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