The Distant Whispers

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2026-08-24 01:17:52 -

The feast hall of St. Jude’s was cold, the candles guttering in a draft that seemed to come from the stone itself. Elias, the Abbot, sat at the head of the long oak table, his hands wrapped around a cup of watered wine, listening to the low, rhythmic thrumming beneath his feet. It was the sound of the crypt waking up, a vibration that had grown louder with every harsh word spoken by the...

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