The Distant Whispers

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The gavel struck the oak block with a sound like a bone breaking. It was a dry, final crack that echoed off the high, vaulted ceilings of the Municipal Hall. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the room, his hands bound by leather straps that bit into his wrists. He did not look at the judge. He did not look at the crowd. He looked at the small, brass compass in his left hand. It was not a...

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