The Distant Whispers

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The parchment lay on the desk, its edges curling like dry leaves, and Elara read the tally of souls once more before she signed her name in the bottom right corner. The ink was still wet, a dark smear against the pale vellum, and the smell of it, iron and gall, hung heavy in the air of the archive room. Outside, the court of Aethelgard hummed with the low, constant drone of a thousand...

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