The Distant Whispers

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The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it settled, a persistent gray mist that clung to the brickwork of the old textile mills and seeped into the bones of anyone foolish enough to stand still for too long. Silas Vane stood at the edge of the muddy field behind the town hall, his hands buried deep in the wet earth up to the wrists. He was a large man, broad-shouldered and thick-necked,...

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