The Distant Whispers

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2026-08-18 13:47:49 -

The fire burned high. It was a feast of light. Wood smoke filled the air. My father stood by the hearth. He held a glass of amber liquid. The liquid swirled. It caught the flame. My mother sat in the chair. Her hands were still. They rested on her lap. She did not move. The house was warm. The house was old. Stone walls held the heat. Outside, the wind howled. It was a dry wind. It stripped the...

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