The Distant Whispers

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The rain fell on the cobblestones of the courtyard, a steady, cold drumbeat. I walked. My boots were heavy. Water seeped into the leather. It was cold. The castle loomed. Stone walls. High windows. Dark. I carried the cloak. It was red. Not bright red. A deep, dried blood red. The wool was thick. It smelled of lavender and old sweat. It was mine. Or it was hers. It was both. It was the only...

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