The Distant Whispers

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a relentless, rhythmic tattoo against the leaded windows of the infirmary, a sound that had seeped into the mortar of the walls and settled in the bones of everyone who slept there. Margaret stood by the window, her hands clasped behind her back, watching the grey water run in silver threads down the glass. She was still, a statue carved from...

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