The Distant Whispers
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world and made the glass of the office windows look like wet, breathing skin. I stood in the corner of the large, open-plan workspace, my hands clasped behind my back, feeling the sweat prickle at my temples despite the chill that seemed to radiate from the floor tiles. It was a dream, or...
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