The Distant Whispers

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The rain against the glass was a rhythmic, wet hiss, a sound that seemed to drill into the bone. I sat in the back of the armored vehicle, the metal floor cold through the thin soles of my boots. Across from me, Sergeant Miller was checking his sidearm for the third time. The slide went back with a sharp, metallic snap. He looked at me, his eyes hollowed out by the long shift, and then looked...

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