The Distant Whispers

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The dream was always the same. Lily stood by the hearth, her small hands pressed against the cold stone, her mouth moving in silent words that I could not hear. I woke with the taste of ash in my mouth and the sound of wind whistling through the cracks of the old manor. I am Elias Thorne. For twenty years I have served the border, keeping the peace in a land that seems determined to forget what...

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