The Distant Whispers

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The rain lashed against the thatch of Elara’s cottage, a rhythmic drumming that masked the sound of the cart wheels grinding into the mud outside. She did not look up from the satchel she was packing, her hands moving with a frantic, mechanical precision. Inside the leather bag lay her mother’s last night-blooming cereus, its stem brittle and brown, the bud tight and unyielding as a fist. It...

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