The Distant Whispers

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The dream began not with light, but with a sound, a low, wet hum that vibrated in the marrow of Thomas Bradshaw’s bones, a frequency that seemed to rise from the damp earth itself rather than the air above it. He was standing in the crypt of St. Jude’s Abbey, but the stone walls were gone, replaced by a vast, pulsing network of pale, bioluminescent threads that wove through the skulls and...

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