The Distant Whispers

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2026-08-20 14:33:38 -

The dream was not a dream. It was a wound that bled ink. He saw the seal. The red wax. The shape of the stag. It was his father’s mark. It was the mark of the house. It was the only thing that had survived the fire, the debt, and the slow, grinding decay of their name. Thomas Whitmore woke with the scent of iron and old paper in his nostrils. He lay in the narrow bed, the wood groaning under...

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