The Distant Whispers

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the gravel drive into a slurry of mud and decay. You drove the truck through the mist, the wipers beating a frantic rhythm against the glass, your hands white-knuckled on the steering wheel. Inside the cabin, the air smelled of wet wool and the sharp, metallic tang of old iron. In...

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