The Distant Whispers

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The notice was yellowed, the ink faded to a bruised purple, and it smelled of damp cellar stone. Elias held it against the rough wall of the chapel, his small hands trembling not from cold, but from the weight of the words. "Final Order for Demolition," it read, the bureaucratic font stark and cold against the ancient mortar. The council had listened to his pleas, their faces impassive, and...

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