The Distant Whispers

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The light in the archipelago was thin, a pale grey sheet stretched over the water that offered no warmth to the men who worked the stone. Hjordis Dahl woke with the taste of white ash in his mouth, a phantom residue from a dream he could not quite hold onto. He was thirty-four, and his hands, usually steady enough to trace the vein of a mountain, trembled as he buttoned his coat. The drone of...

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