The Distant Whispers

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The ink was wet. It glistened on the parchment. A black vein. It pulsed. Thomas held the quill. His hand shook. The ink dripped. One drop. Two. The page was white. It became gray. He looked up. The room was silent. Dust motes danced in the light. A single shaft. It cut through the air. It touched the floor. Thomas sat in the corner. He was small. He was tired. His clothes were rough. Wool. It...

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