The Distant Whispers

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The rain did not fall. It hovered. Suspended in the air like a fine, grey mist that refused to touch the earth, it hung in the valley, a visible veil of suspended moisture. Elias stood at the edge of the moor, his boots sinking slightly into the sodden peat. He watched the mist. He waited for it to break. "You are late, Elias." The voice came from behind him. Dry. Precise. The voice of Dr. Aris...

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