The Distant Whispers

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Act I "Property of the Estate. Do Not Remove." The ink on the tag was still wet, glistening in the afternoon thunder that battered the tin roof of the loft. I held the bronze compass in my left hand, its face shattered, the needle bent like a broken finger, while Lord Blackwood stood at the courtyard entrance, his voice carrying over the drumming rain. He did not shout. He did not need to. The...

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