The Distant Whispers

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The rain fell in sheets against the high, arched windows of the ancestral hall, blurring the world outside into a grey smear of mud and stone. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the courtyard, his boots squelching in the wet gravel, his eyes fixed on the heavy oak doors that had just swung open. Lord Vane stepped out, his face a mask of polite, unreadable calm, the keys to the dungeon jingling...

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