The Distant Whispers

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The rain against the glass of the observation post was not a sound but a texture, a fine, abrasive grit that scraped against the silence of the room. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat in the center of the chair, his spine rigid against the backrest, his hands resting on his knees with the stillness of a man waiting for a verdict. The room was a sealed cube of concrete and steel, a bunker buried deep...

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