The Distant Whispers

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The rain hit the window with a sound like static. I wiped the glass. The view of the city was a blur of gray and yellow. It was a good day for work. The office was quiet. Too quiet. My supervisor, Mr. Alderman, stood in the corner. He did not look at me. He looked at the floor. His hands were clasped behind his back. He was waiting. I knew what he was waiting for. I was waiting for it too. We...

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