The Distant Whispers

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The dream had teeth. They were made of silver and old bone. I was standing in the courtyard of the Ashworth estate, the stone cold against my shins, and the air tasted of copper. In my hand, I held the seal. It was not a ring, but a heavy disc of black iron, etched with the family crest. A lion devouring a serpent. The iron was warm. It pulsed against my palm like a second heartbeat. I could...

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