The Distant Whispers

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The glass fell before the scream did. It shattered against the cobblestones of Miller’s Lane. A thousand shards of crystal and lead. A rain of glittering teeth. Elias Vane stood in the doorway of the old bank. He held nothing. His hands were empty. The air smelled of wet stone and copper. He had broken it. He knew what he had done. He knew why he had done it. But the feeling was a cold stone in...

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