The Distant Whispers

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Act I Could a man hold a perfect thing without breaking it? Bilal Sheikh stood in the center of the sealed workshop, the candlelight catching the sweat on his brow, and looked at the crystal vase in his hands. It was flawless, a tear of frozen light, but the air around it hummed. The sound was low, mournful, a frequency that only he could hear, growing louder as his health declined. He was...

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