The Distant Whispers
Francesco Zito had a professional license for handling dockside livestock that had lapsed three winters ago, a fact that sat in his chest like a stone he could not throw. He was twelve years old, a junior scribe in the forgotten parish of a crumbling empire, and he wanted to decode the Whispering Stone to prove his worth to the High Chancellor, a desire that felt less like ambition and more...
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