The Distant Whispers

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The root tastes of iron and old rain, a flavor that coats the back of Elias Thorne’s throat before he even opens his mouth. He is standing in the Guild Hall, the stone floor cold through the soles of his boots, and he is swallowing it, over and over, while the High Warden watches from the dais with the patience of a man waiting for a dog to stop barking. Elias wakes in his narrow bed, the taste...

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