The Distant Whispers

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The rain in Cindermouth did not wash things clean; it merely pressed the grime deeper into the pores of the brickwork, turning the streets into a slick, grey mirror that reflected the soot-stained faces of the working poor. Elias Vane stood at the edge of the alley, his fingers trembling not from the cold, but from the desperate, animal hunger that had taken root in his chest three days ago, a...

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