The Distant Whispers

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The first thing Elara counted was the seconds between the clink of a champagne flute and the next, a rhythm that felt less like celebration and more like the ticking of a clock counting down to her own execution. She stood in the center of the Mayor’s gala, a room suffocatingly warm with the heat of three hundred bodies and the smell of roasted duck and expensive perfume, and she pressed her...

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