The Distant Whispers

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The frost had settled on the windowpane of the bus in a pattern that looked like frost on a dead leaf, intricate and brittle. Thomas sat by the aisle, his knees pressed against the seat in front of him, trying to make himself smaller. He was a man who had spent his life cataloging the silence of others, a linguist who believed that if he could just isolate the correct phoneme, the correct...

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