The Distant Whispers

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2026-08-20 15:35:04 -

The rain had been falling for three days when the caravan reached the outer walls of Oakhaven Keep. It was not a gentle rain, but a heavy, gray curtain that turned the mud roads into a slurry of brown and black. I pulled my cloak tighter against the chill, my fingers white-knuckled around the reins of the mule. In the saddlebag behind me, wrapped in oiled canvas, sat the only thing I had come...

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