The Distant Whispers
The silence in the basement was not an absence of sound but a heavy, physical thing that pressed against the eardrums, a thick wool blanket draped over the world, swallowing the distant, rhythmic thud of the artillery that had been shaking the foundations of the house for three days. Elias sat on the cold concrete floor, his back against the rough-hewn stone wall, and held the brass compass in...
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