The Distant Whispers

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey sheet that turned the cobblestones of the Lower Ward into a slick, treacherous mirror of the weeping sky. Elias Vane stood at the window of his cramped, single-room tenement, his fingers tracing the condensation that bloomed on the glass like a fleeting, cold ghost. He was a man carved from silence and iron, his face a map of old scars...

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