The Distant Whispers

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The iron gate of the municipal incinerator shudders under your grip, the rust flaking away in red dust that stains your knuckles. You are not alone in this grey dawn. Beside you stands Elias, a man whose face is a map of old, unhealed bruises, holding a crate of silverware that clinks softly with every tremor of the ground. He does not look at you. He looks at the smoke rising from the distant...

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