The Distant Whispers

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The air in Oakhaven did not merely hang; it pressed against the skin like a wet, heavy cloth, thick with the taste of sulfur and the memory of soot, and you found yourself holding your breath in the ledger room not out of fear, but because the lungs had become foreign objects, struggling to expand against a pressure that seemed to originate from the very stones of the mill. You are Arthur Vane,...

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