The Distant Whispers

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey curtain that blurred the edges of the Appalachian foothills into a watercolor smear of slate and moss, a condition that had persisted for three days without cease, turning the dirt roads into viscous rivers of red clay that swallowed the treads of the patrol vehicle whole, a sticky, suffocating embrace that made every gear shift a...

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