The Distant Whispers

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The house shook. Not an earthquake, not a storm. It was a shudder from within the walls, a violent cough that turned the dust on the shelf into a gray mist. You stood in the center of the room, hands trembling. The ink on your fingers was wet. It stained the air. It had started with the letters. Then the screams. Now, the silence. Margaret was in the garden. She was always in the garden. The...

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