The Distant Whispers

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The dream was always the same: black water, thick as oil, rising past Elias Thorne’s chin until he could no longer tell if he was swimming or sinking. He woke with a gasp that tore from his throat, his body rigid in the narrow cot, the sweat cooling on his skin in the damp chill of his quarters. He was thirty years old, a Captain in the City Guard, and his hands were still trembling from the...

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