The Distant Whispers
The stone floor of the infirmary was cold enough to leach the heat from Elara’s bones, yet the object in her hands remained disturbingly warm, the skin of the severed left hand soft and yielding under her trembling fingers. It was the hand of her brother, Thomas, who had died three days prior in a ritualistic accident that the Order of Saint Jude preferred to call a "spiritual elevation," a...
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