The Distant Whispers

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The cellar door splintered inward with a violence that shook the dust from the low beams. Elias Thorne did not look up. His hands, wrapped in bandages that wept a faint, iridescent fluid, continued to stir the clay pot. The liquid inside swirled with a pulse of pale blue light, tasting of iron and starlight even through the stone. He was forty years old, though the wasting sickness that had...

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