The Distant Whispers

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Silence hung in the cellar. It was thick. It tasted of damp stone. Old Thomas sat in the dark. His hands trembled. He held the jar. The glass was cold. It bit into his palms. Inside, the liquid swirled. It was blue. A deep, bruised blue. Like a sky about to break. He had made it. His own hands. His own recipe. The village called it the Tears of St. Jude. Or so they whispered. They whispered it...

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