The Distant Whispers

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The coat was red. It hung on the back of the door. It did not belong to Silas. It did not belong to the house. It had been there before he woke. He did not touch it. He sat on the edge of the bed. The floorboards creaked under his weight. Outside, the rain hit the glass. A steady, cold drumbeat. Silas was not a man of flesh. Not anymore. He was a thing of smoke and old grief. He lived in the...

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