The Distant Whispers

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Elara, the wind said, not in words but in the dry rasp of leaves stripping from the high branches, a sound that carried the specific, hollow weight of a name called out across a field. She stood in the barn, her hands black with soil up to the wrists, checking the moisture of the hay bales that needed to be covered before the first frost killed the crop, the ledger of debts lying open on the...

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