The Distant Whispers

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Thorne, you’re bleeding ink again. The voice did not come from the fog, but from the grain of the parchment itself, a vibration that traveled up through the wooden desk and into the bones of Elias Thorne’s wrist, a sensation like holding a live wire in a damp glove. He was thirty-four years old, a cartographer by trade and a penitent by necessity, and he had woken three days ago in the Aether,...

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