The Distant Whispers

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2026-08-20 09:26:40 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into a slick, treacherous mirror of the crumbling brick facades, and you were walking, your boots heavy with the mud of a war that seemed to be ending in the minds of the men but continuing in the bones of the city, toward the house that you had bought, or perhaps stolen, or perhaps...

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