The Distant Whispers

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You are not ready to leave, Roland. The voice came from the mist, a low, wet friction that scraped against the inside of his skull, and Roland Devereux jolted awake in the narrow bed of his quarters, the sheets twisted tight around his legs as if he were still thrashing in the black water of the river. He sat up, the movement heavy, his joints popping with the dull, grinding pain that had...

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