The Distant Whispers

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"Another day, another soul to weigh," the old warden had muttered, tapping his pipe against the stone lintel. Orla Dunne stood at the edge of the crumbling gate, the wind biting through the thin wool of her coat. The stone was cold, slick with the damp that clung to the walls of the watchtower like a second skin. She had been here three years, since the last of the caravan city’s masons had...

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