The Distant Whispers

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The ledger on the desk counted three hundred and twelve pounds in arrears, a figure that had grown heavier with every passing week of the approaching winter. You, Elias Thorne, sat in the magistrate’s office in Oakhaven, the pen hovering over the paper, your hand trembling not from cold but from the specific, gnawing dread of a man who knows he is outmatched. The deadline was the solstice, and...

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