The Distant Whispers

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The autumn wind carried the scent of dried thistle and damp earth as Sergeant Elias Thorne packed his kit, the leather straps creaking under the weight of his duty. He did not look at the window, where the grey sky pressed down upon the village of Oakhaven, but instead focused on the folding of his tunic, ensuring that every crease was sharp and deliberate. There was a finality to the task, a...

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