The Distant Whispers
The coat is blue. It is wool. It is torn. You hold it in your hands. The fabric is cold. It has been in the rain. You are in the car. The engine hums. It is a low sound. It vibrates in your chest. You are driving. The road is straight. The sky is gray. It is industrial. It is late. The year is 1912. The world is turning. You are Sergeant Elias Thorne. You are tired. Your bones ache. You look in...
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