The Distant Whispers

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2026-08-20 00:18:07 -

The lake did not freeze. It boiled. Clara stood on the shore, her boots sinking into mud that smelled of iron and rot. The water was black, churning in a frenzy that defied the wind. There was no wind. The air was thick, static, pressing against her eardrums. She watched the surface ripple, not with waves, but with voices. "Clara." The voice came from the water. It was her brother’s voice....

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