The Distant Whispers

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The ink in my left hand was cold, and the nib of my pen had worn down to a flat, useless strip of metal that scratched against the parchment like a fingernail on a chalkboard. I had counted the hours since the Council’s decree, forty-three in total, and with each passing minute the walls of my studio in Oria seemed to lean closer, their stone surfaces sweating a faint, grey condensation that...

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