The Distant Whispers

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Mara woke with the taste of iron and old ash on her tongue, the dream still clinging to her like a wet sheet, heavy and cold. In the dream, she had been standing in the center of the Great Hall of Blackwood Manor, not as she was now, a woman of fifty winters with hair like spun steel and joints that clicked when the rain moved through the hills, but as she had been at twenty, vibrant and...

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