The Distant Whispers

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The rain hammered the tin roof of the guardhouse. It was a cold, metallic sound. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat at the desk. He did not look up. His hands were still. They were the hands of a man who had held a rifle for twenty years. Now they held a cup of tea. The tea was gone cold. He drank it anyway. Captain Aldous Vane stood by the door. He was tall. He wore a uniform that fit too well. The...

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