The Distant Whispers

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The mud on the road was thick enough to swallow a boot whole. Mara pulled her coat tighter. The wool itched. It smelled of damp sheep and woodsmoke. She walked. Her father walked ahead. He did not look back. He never looked back anymore. "Keep up," he said. His voice was gravel. Mara kept up. Her legs were lead. The winter air bit her cheeks. It was a cold that went to the bone. It was a cold...

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