The Distant Whispers

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The name came from the hallway, sharp and thin, cutting through the grey light of the bedroom. "Elara." It was not a greeting. It was a summons, brittle as dry twigs, drifting under the door. She sat up, the sheets pooling around her waist, and looked at her left hand. It was whole. The fingers were curled into a fist, knuckles white, and in the center of her palm lay a small, cold object. An...

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