The Distant Whispers

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The parchment lay open on the oak desk, its edges curled like dried skin, bearing the magistrate’s seal and a single, damning line in red ink: *Suspected of Sabotage; Detain Pending Audit.* Elias Thorne stared at the paper, his fingers trembling so violently that the quill in his hand skittered across the table, leaving a jagged, black scar that cut through the neat columns of the tax ledger....

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