The Distant Whispers

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The train to Leeds rattled through the gray morning, a rhythmic shudder that traveled up through my boots and settled deep in my knees. I was not a man who traveled often, and the act of sitting in a compartment with strangers, watching the flat, drab fields of Yorkshire blur past the glass, felt like a violation of the stillness I had cultivated over forty years. I was a cobbler, or had been,...

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