The Distant Whispers

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The black water rose again, swallowing the stone, swallowing the light. Elias Thorne woke with a gasp, his lungs burning as if he had inhaled smoke. His left hand trembled on the rough linen of the bed, a fine, rhythmic shudder that he could not stop. He was forty-two years old, a captain of the King’s Guard, and he had held the North Gate for three weeks. The air in the keep tasted of rot, a...

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