The Distant Whispers

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The car smelled of wet wool and old coffee. Maren drove. Her hands gripped the wheel tight. Knuckles white. The rain lashed the glass. Hard. Relentless. She was going to see the house. The big one. The one with the broken windows. It sat on the hill. Isolated. A monolith of brick and stone. Maren stopped the engine. The wipers slapped. Slap. Slap. She did not turn them off. She sat. She...

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