The Distant Whispers

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The bell tolled. It was a deep, bronze sound. It swallowed the morning. I stood in the courtyard. The stone was cold. My boots were tight. I watched the smoke rise. It curled into the grey sky. I was a knight. Or I had been. Now I was a prisoner of my own silence. The King had given me a task. It was not a battle. It was a watch. "Go," the High Steward said. His voice was dry. Like old...

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