The Distant Whispers

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The seal was green. I held it in my palm. It was cold. It was heavy. It smelled of iron and old blood. "Is it broken?" asked Sir Julian. He stood in the shadows of the high window. The torchlight caught the silver in his hair. It made him look like a ghost. "No," I said. "It is intact." Julian stepped closer. His breath was shallow. "Then who broke it?" I looked at the wax. I looked at the...

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