The Distant Whispers

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2026-08-18 22:53:56 -

The coat hangs on the hook. It is a heavy thing. Wool. Dark grey. The color of a bruise. I look at it. It does not look back. It stays. It has always stayed. I am in the office. The air is cold. It smells of paper and dust. My name is Arthur. I work here. I have worked here for ten years. I am a clerk. I file things. I stamp things. I do not think much. I only do what is told. Mr. Blackwood is...

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