The Distant Whispers

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The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the High Street into slick, dark mirrors reflecting the gaslight and the weary faces of the townsfolk who huddled in the eaves of the apothecary and the blacksmith’s shop, and as I stood there, my coat soaked through to the skin, I felt the weight of the case pressing down on my shoulders not as...

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