The Distant Whispers
The carriage wheels groaned against the cobblestones of Ostra, a sound like dry bones cracking, as Elara Vane stared out the window at the mist-choked spires of the city, her heart hammering a frantic, arrhythmic beat against her ribs where the weight of her past crimes pressed like a physical bruise. She clutched the forged letter of introduction in her lap, the parchment soft and warm from...
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