The Distant Whispers

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Elias, stop that. The voice did not come from the air. It came from the loom. The shuttle struck the heddle with a dry, wooden crack that echoed through the bay of the Halloway Textile Mill. Twelve-year-old Elias Thorne flinched, his fingers tightening on the warp threads until his knuckles turned the color of old bone. He was a junior apprentice, a fact that usually meant he was invisible, a...

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