The Distant Whispers

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2026-08-21 18:25:31 -

The bread was stale. It sat on the stone table, cracked and hard as a riverbed in July. Elias stared at it. He was a Guard. The highest rank in the Hall of Whispers. His armor was black iron. It smelled of rust and old blood. He did not touch the bread. He watched a fly land on it. The fly buzzed. A dull, persistent sound. Elias lifted his gauntlet. He struck the fly. It died. He picked up the...

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