The Distant Whispers

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air of the valley, a fine, gray mist that clung to the eaves of the Whitmore house and seeped into the bones of the wood. Inside, the kitchen was a cavern of shadows and the smell of damp earth, where Eleanor Whitmore stood before the hearth, her hands trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of what she was about to do. She was not a...

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