The Distant Whispers

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Elara. The name was spat out by Clerk Halloway, sharp and brittle as a snapping twig, cutting through the damp chill of the scribe’s office. I looked up from the ledger, my fingers stained with iron-gall ink, and felt the familiar, low thrum of the Whisper vibrating in the stone floor beneath my feet. It was a Tuesday, the kind of grey, leaden afternoon where the light failed to penetrate the...

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