The Distant Whispers

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Act I "You’re late again, Opal."‌⁠⁠‌‌‌‌‌‍‍‌‌‌⁠‌‍‍‌⁠⁠‌‌‍‌⁠‌‌‍‍‍‍⁠‌‍⁠⁠⁠⁠‍‌⁠⁠‍⁠ The voice belonged to the Guild Master, a man whose face was carved from the same grey stone as the city walls of Vael. Opal Cavett, forty-two, stood in the workshop, his hands still blackened with soot from the night shift. He wanted the final seal for the Breath of Dawn, a vase of such...

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