The Distant Whispers

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The rain at Aethelgard did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a cold, suspended mist that turned the mud of the courtyard into a slick, sucking trap for any man who moved too slowly. I am Caelan, thirty-two years old, a shield-bearer for the High Court, and I want nothing more than to see the sun rise over the eastern ramparts before the siege breaks, though the true threat to my survival...

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