The Distant Whispers

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The bell rang once. It did not ring twice. In the Hall of Echoes, a single toll was enough to freeze the blood in the veins of every servant standing in the long, dim corridor. Margaret stood by the wall. She held a silver tray. On the tray sat a single glass. It was empty. It was waiting. The King was dying. This was not a secret. The air in the palace smelled of damp stone and rotting lilies....

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