The Distant Whispers

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The Blackwood Institute did not smell of dust, as one might expect of a repository for forgotten things. It smelled of wet earth and old copper, a scent that clung to the back of Elias Thorne’s throat like a bad penny. He stood at the threshold of the Whispering Wing, his breath pluming in the unheated air, holding a lantern that flickered against the oppressive dark. The promotion to Senior...

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