The Distant Whispers

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended curtain of grey weeping that turned the cobblestones of the old city into a slick, black mirror reflecting the jagged teeth of the stone spires above. Elara stood at the edge of the precipice, her fingers white-knuckled around the hem of her cloak, the fabric soaked through to the skin, clinging to her bones like a second, colder...

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