The Distant Whispers

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You wake with the taste of iron and copper on your tongue, a metallic tang that clings to the roof of your mouth like a secret you have forgotten how to keep. The air in the room is stale, recycled through vents that hum with a low, electric drone, smelling faintly of antiseptic and old paper. It is the kind of cold that settles into the bones, not the sharp bite of winter, but a pervasive...

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