The Distant Whispers

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The train moved through the grey. Elara watched the window. The glass was cold. It held her breath. The reflection was thin. A ghost in wool. She held the box. It was small. Wood. Worn. Smoothed by years of touch. The wood had lost its grain. It was becoming dust. Beneath her palm, it pulsed. Not with heat. With weight. The city blurred. London or New York. It did not matter. The buildings were...

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