The Distant Whispers

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The rain hit the pavement in a staccato rhythm. Elias stood under the awning. He watched the water bead on his coat. It was a gray wool coat. It smelled of wet stone and old paper. Across the street, the neon sign buzzed. It flickered blue. It said open. Elias did not go in. He waited for the crowd to thin. The city was loud. The traffic was a low roar. It was a constant drone. Elias could hear...

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