The Distant Whispers

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The smell of wet rot and old iron hung in the air of the basement archive, a thick, cloying scent that Elias Thorne had long since learned to associate with the particular decay of paper that had been exposed to too much damp and not enough care. He held the final page of Arthur’s journal with tongs, the metal cool against his sweating palms, while the ink on the parchment seemed to pulse with...

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