The Distant Whispers

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2026-08-23 08:30:13 -

The rain in the Old Quarter did not wash things clean; it only made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into a treacherous, sliding mirror of the gaslights above. I stood there, my hand white-knuckled around the hilt of my sword, watching the mob surge like a black tide against the stone wall of the Magistrate’s office. They wanted the boy, Kael, dragged into the river before the dawn...

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