The Distant Whispers

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2026-08-19 19:27:46 -

Margaret sat by the window. The light was thin. It cut across the floorboards. Dust motes drifted. She watched them. They did not settle. They just floated. Time was a fluid thing. It pooled in the corners. It seeped under the door. Margaret was old. Her hands were rough. Like tree bark. She looked at them. They were hers. They had done things. Things she did not speak of. The town was quiet....

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