The Distant Whispers

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The door was open. I stepped inside. The air tasted of copper and old dust. "Close it," said a voice. I closed it. The room was white. Not the white of paper. Not the white of snow. It was the white of bone. It was the white of a held breath. I looked down at my hands. They were shaking. "You shouldn't be here," the voice said. It came from everywhere. It came from nowhere. "Who are you?" I...

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