The Distant Whispers

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The silence in the holding cell was not an absence of sound but a heavy, physical substance, a thick gray wool that pressed against the eardrums and settled into the marrow, a silence that had its own texture and weight and a smell of stale coffee and industrial floor wax and the metallic tang of fear that seemed to leak from the skin of the woman sitting in the corner. Sergeant Elias Thorne...

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