The Distant Whispers

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The rain did not fall so much as it stood, a vertical curtain of grey silk that separated the street from the world behind it. Margaret Holloway stood on the corner, her coat soaked to the bone, watching the last of the city’s lights flicker out in the windows of the buildings across the way. She had left the house forty minutes ago, taking only her hands, her mind, and the terrible, humming...

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