The Distant Whispers

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The mud of the siege line measured three inches deep, slick with the iron tang of spilled blood and the greasy residue of burnt tar. Sergeant Elias Thorne counted his heartbeats, one, two, three, a rhythm as mechanical as the grinding of the millstones in the valley below. He clutched the signet ring in his right hand, the gold cold and unyielding against his palm, the only artifact of his...

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