The Distant Whispers

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The feast was a lie of meat and wine, a grotesque parody of celebration in the high court of Oria. I sat at the edge of the long table, my lungs burning with the damp chill that seeped through the stone walls, watching the Magistrate, Julian Thorne, raise his glass. He was a man who did not age, his face smooth as polished marble, his eyes holding a light that did not belong to the candlelit...

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