The Distant Whispers

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The mist in the borderlands did not rise so much as it breathed, a thick, grey exhalation that swallowed the stone walls of the watchtower and the men who kept them. Silas Vane stood alone in the lower courtyard, the heavy iron key of the Crown’s debt ledger cold in his palm, his eyes fixed on the huddled figure by the fire. He was forty years old, a magistrate of twenty years’ service, a man...

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