The Distant Whispers

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The dream was not of water, as one might expect for a man who spends his life listening to the subterranean hums of the earth, but of silence, a heavy, velvet silence that pressed against my eardrums until they burst in a shower of warm, red rain. I woke in the small, damp cell that served as my quarters beneath the abbey, the stone walls weeping condensation that smelled of iron and old rot,...

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