The Distant Whispers

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The house shakes. You feel it in your teeth first. A low, grinding vibration. Like tectonic plates shifting under the floorboards. You are in the hall. The air is thick. Dust motes dance in the single beam of light. They are not dancing. They are suspended. Frozen in time. You check your sidearm. The leather creaks. The metal is cold. You are a guard. Your job is to protect the estate. The...

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