The Distant Whispers

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The seal will hold, you say, your voice flat against the roar of the wind. Magistrate Halloway stands before you, his coat buttoned to the throat, his face a mask of bureaucratic indifference. You are Elias Thorne, the border warden of Oakhaven, and your hands are shaking not from the cold, but from the vibration in the stone beneath your palms. The Northern Gate is a jagged wound in the city’s...

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