The Distant Whispers

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The ink bled into the vellum, a dark vein spreading across the parchment as Elias Thorne’s hand trembled, not from cold, but from the weight of the voice that had been speaking to him for three days. He was forty-five, a senior cartographer for the Ministry of Lands, and he had twenty years of service behind him and a pension that promised nothing but a quiet death in a state home. On his desk...

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