The Distant Whispers

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2026-08-22 17:02:42 -

The feast was a lie of roasted boar and stale ale, served in the great hall of the Watchtower while the fog pressed against the high windows like a living thing. Elias Vane sat at the bottom of the long table, his plate untouched, his eyes fixed on the wall where the Whispering Moss grew. It was a thick, gray coil of vine, dormant and silent, wrapping around the ancient stone like a scar. He...

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