The Distant Whispers

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The mule’s breath hitched, a wet, rattling sound that cut through the whistle of the camp, and Setsuko Shimizu hauled the leather reins tighter, her knuckles white against the frozen leather. She was cataloging the dead, or so the ledger claimed, but her hands were busy with the living burden of the chariot, the wheels grinding against the packed snow of the Valley of Echoes. The fog here did...

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