The Distant Whispers

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"You are late, Mr. Aldous," said the clerk, his voice a dry rasp that seemed to scrape against the silence of the room. "We do not keep chairs for those who respect the schedule so little." Thomas Aldous stood in the doorway of the municipal office, a place that smelled of damp wool and old paper. He did not move. He did not apologize. He was an old man, his spine curved like a question mark,...

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