The Distant Whispers

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The wind did not howl so much as it negotiated, a low and persistent friction against the corrugated steel of the barn that had once housed the harvest, now serving only as a mausoleum for the rusted husks of a life that Edward Ashworth had spent forty years cultivating and then, in a single, feverish night, dismantled. He stood at the threshold, his fingers white-knuckled around the rough...

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