The Distant Whispers
It was a Tuesday when the silence finally broke, though Elias had long since stopped counting the days, preferring instead to measure time in the slow, grinding erosion of his body against the cold floor of the van. He sat with his back against the driver’s seat, watching the rain streak the windshield in long, weeping lines that blurred the gray expanse of the highway ahead. Beside him, Clara...
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