The Distant Whispers

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You wake in the grey. The light is thin. It cuts through the stone like a knife. You are old. Your bones ache with the damp. The air tastes of iron and moss. This is the Undercity. It is not a place. It is a mistake in the world’s memory. You know this. You have always known it. You sit up. Your back cracks. It sounds like a branch breaking. You do not flinch. Pain is a visitor. It stays as...

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