The Distant Whispers

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2026-08-21 13:48:16 -

The fire began at the foundation. It did not roar; it whispered. A low, hungry susurration that rose through the stone floor of the Great Hall, shaking the dust from the tapestries. I stood at the far end, near the king’s dais. My hands, stained with the dark residue of iron and ash, hung limp at my sides. The air tasted of ozone and old blood. Around me, the courtiers scrambled. Their silk...

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