The Distant Whispers

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The cloak was heavy, woven from the coarse wool of highland sheep, and it smelled of wet earth and old iron. Elias had worn it for forty years. It was the only thing he possessed that had not been taken from him by the court of Lord Vane, the only object that had not been confiscated when they dragged him from his home and into the stone throat of the prison. He had been a tailor, a man of...

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