The Distant Whispers

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2026-08-20 10:53:23 -

The iron chafing dish sat in the center of the hearth, its surface dark with age and the residue of a thousand burned candles. I had been polishing it for three days. The wax had long since turned to dust, yet my hands kept moving, a circular, futile friction against the cold metal. I am a man who has spent his life in service, not of a king, but of a silence so profound it feels like a...

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