The Distant Whispers

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You’ll want the regulator by the solstice, or the Duke’s patience will snap like a dry twig. The fog did not merely obscure the platform; it consumed it, a thick, grey wool that smelled of wet coal and rusted iron. Elias Thorne stood rigid, his coat buttoned to the throat, watching the small figure of Julian disappear into the carriage. The boy was twenty, lean and sharp-featured, his eyes...

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