The Distant Whispers

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The cellar smelled of damp wool and the metallic tang of old blood, a scent that had seeped so deeply into the porous stone walls of the Blackwood Armory that it had become the very identity of the place, a heavy, suffocating shroud that wrapped around every bone in Sergeant Elias Thorne’s body as he stood before the rows of rusted rifles and the jars of preserved rations, his hands trembling...

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