The Distant Whispers

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The morning mist clung to the limestone cliffs of the coastal estate, a pale, suffocating veil that seemed to breathe against the skin, carrying with it the salt-tang of the ocean and the faint, metallic scent of blood that had long since dried into the stone, a smell that Commander Elias Thorne knew as well as he knew the rhythm of his own failing heart, which beat in a slow, arrhythmic thump...

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