The Distant Whispers

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The wind off the highlands does not blow; it pushes, a cold, solid thing that shoves against your chest as you trudge up the muddy track toward the capital, your boots sinking into the slurry of the last autumn rain. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-four, a border warden whose uniform is stained with the dust of the road and the sweat of a man who has not slept in three days, and you carry in your...

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