The Distant Whispers

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Elias. The name hung in the air of the foundry, heavy and cold, called out by the Master Guildman as he inspected the mold. You stood in the center of the room, your hands wrapped in thick wool, the frost already creeping beneath the fabric like a living thing. The light from the single tallow lamp was failing, casting long, jagged shadows against the stone walls where the old bells hung in...

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