The Distant Whispers

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The cough came first, a dry rattle like a pebble rolling across gravel, then the silence. Julian sat on the stool by the apothecary counter, his face pale as the parchment he ground, his eyes fixed on a spot in the floorboards. He had not spoken in three days. I, Elias Thorne, stood before him, my hands trembling not from fear but from the terrible, heavy weight of knowledge. I knew what was...

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