The Distant Whispers

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The first thing to go was the left wing of the house, not with a crash, but with a sigh, like a rib breaking under the weight of a heavy wool coat. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the living room, his boots still caked in the red mud of the perimeter line, and watched the plaster dust settle over his uniform. He was a man who had spent thirty years holding things together, first the walls...

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