The Distant Whispers

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Thorne. The name hung in the air, sharp as a knife laid on a silver tray. You stood in the center of the Grand Hall, the chandelier above you a constellation of cut crystal that threw fractured light across your face. You were thirty-four years old, and your knees ached with a dull, persistent throb that the heavy wool of your uniform did little to hide. You wanted the badge. Not just any...

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