The Distant Whispers

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The rain had been falling on the glass walls of the atrium for three hours, a relentless, gray curtain that blurred the city outside into a watercolor of smudged lights and indistinct shapes, and I stood there in the center of the marble floor, my shoes soaking through, watching the steam rise from the puddles as if they were ghosts trying to escape the earth. I was holding a pair of white silk...

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