The Distant Whispers

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I woke with the taste of iron and old honey on my tongue, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and burning tallow, and I knew immediately that I was not in my own body, nor in my own time, for the weight of the iron breastplate pressed against my ribs like a lover who would not let go. The room was dim, lit by a single tallow candle that flickered in a draft coming through a crack in the...

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