The Distant Whispers

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Thorne, you’re late. Elias Thorne looked up from the ledger, his pen hovering over a line of figures that had begun to blur. The smell of the room was stale tobacco and wet wool, the scent of a man who had been sitting in the same chair for too long. Silas stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame with the casual grace of a man who had never known a day’s work in his life. He was thinner...

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