The Distant Whispers

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The stone was warm in my left hand, a smooth, dark thing no larger than a walnut, yet it hummed with a vibration that traveled up my wrist and settled behind my eyes like a headache. I stood before the crumbling stone keep of Oakhaven, the wind whipping off the moor and biting through my tunic, while behind me the village elders stood in a tight, silent circle, their faces drawn tight with a...

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