The Distant Whispers

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The tower groaned, a deep, tectonic shudder that rattled the glass vials on the shelf and sent a fine dust of powdered bone drifting down onto your parchment. You were Eamon, thirty-two years old, a scribe in the high tower of Kael, and you had twelve days until the winter solstice. The Codex of Silence was not merely a book; it was the legacy of Lord Vane, your master, and by extension, the...

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