The Distant Whispers

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I was hauling the last crate of dried figs from the cart when the ground shuddered, knocking the wheels off their axles and sending a spray of dust into my face. The weight of the wood bit into my palms, the familiar ache of a man who has carried too much for too long, and I dropped the crate with a heavy thud that seemed too loud in the sudden, ringing silence. Chapter One The courtyard of the...

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