The Distant Whispers

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The silver brooch sat on the heavy oak table between them, a small, tarnished thing that seemed to absorb the dim light of the study, and Elias stood with his hands clenched at his sides, feeling the roughness of his own leather apron against his thighs, the scent of starch and old wool clinging to his skin as he stared at the man who had raised him. "Give it to me," Elias said, his voice low...

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