The Distant Whispers

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Act I "You’re going to burn it, aren’t you?" The smell hit me before the sight did. Wet wool, old blood, and the sharp, metallic tang of the river mud that clung to everything in this part of the city. I stood in the trench, the water sucking at my boots with a wet, rhythmic pull. In my hand, I held the page. It was torn from Elena’s book, the spine cracked, the edges frayed. The ink on the...

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