The Distant Whispers

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The fire in the great hall of the keep was low, a dying ember of orange light that painted the stone walls in shades of rust and shadow. We had eaten well, the food heavy and rich, but the taste had turned to ash in my mouth before the second course was cleared. I sat beside Elias, my wife, whose hand rested coolly against my forearm. She was beautiful in the dimness, her hair unbound, falling...

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