The Distant Whispers
The air in the town square of Oakhaven was thick with the scent of roasted meat and the metallic tang of the new machinery being hauled into place, a cloying mixture that sat heavy in the lungs of the assembled crowd. Elias stood near the edge of the feast, his fingers twitching at his sides, the phantom weight of a clock spring still humming in his nerves despite the fact that he had not...
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