The Distant Whispers

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The rain did not fall so much as it seeped through the roof of Thorne Hall, a slow, grey weeping that had turned the library floor into a swamp of rot and ink. Elias Thorne sat at the long oak desk, the candlelight trembling against the walls as he held the final journal of his brother Julian in his hands, the leather cover cracking like old skin under his grip. He was forty years old, a man...

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