The Distant Whispers

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You count the scratches on the oak floorboards, one by one, as the heavy iron door groans open to admit the High Council, the wood grain worn smooth by centuries of shuffling feet and the damp seeping up from the cellar below, a damp that has no business existing in the heart of the Citadel yet clings to the stone like a guilty conscience. You are Elias Thorne, Royal Inquisitor, thirty-two...

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