The Distant Whispers

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The wind did not howl. It whispered. It scraped against the stone walls of the high tower where Elara stood. She was old. Her joints ached with the damp cold. Her hair was white and thin. She wore a cloak of grey wool. It was heavy. It smelled of rain and rot. She looked at the door. It was oak. It was banded with iron. It was locked. Behind the door was her son, Cael. He was not a boy anymore....

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