The Distant Whispers

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The fire had taken the east wing by midnight, consuming the archive where the old maps lay, and by dawn the ash had settled like grey snow on the cobblestones of the foundry district. Elias Thorne stood before the ruins, his coat stained with soot, his eyes red-rimmed not from smoke but from the sheer weight of what he had seen. He was not a man who burned buildings. He was a man who catalogued...

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