The Distant Whispers

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The shell hit the east wing at 0300, and the sound was not an explosion but a tearing, a wet rip in the fabric of the night that left the air tasting of copper and wet stone. Elara did not flinch; she was already at the foot of Thomas’s bed, her hands slick with the blood that had soaked through his bandages, the red pooling on the white sheets like spilled wine. "Hold still," she said, her...

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