The Distant Whispers

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2026-08-23 10:53:18 -

The mud on the execution block was thick and cold, clinging to the soles of my boots with a suction that felt like the earth itself was trying to hold me back, but I did not stop, for to stop was to admit the whisper that had been growing in my chest for three days, the insidious suggestion that I hesitated not out of duty but out of a shameful, secret sympathy for the man who lay bound before...

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