The Distant Whispers

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You stand at the threshold of the abbey gate, your hands trembling not from the cold that seeps through the wool of your cloak, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that has accumulated in the nave behind you. The air smells of wet stone, old incense, and the metallic tang of fear, a scent that clings to the back of your throat like a physical object you cannot swallow. You are...

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