The Distant Whispers

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended curtain of gray static that turned the Appalachian foothills into a blur of wet stone and dying leaf. Elias Thorne sat in the cab of his truck, the engine ticking as it cooled, his hands resting on the steering wheel with the careful, deliberate stillness of a man who has long since stopped fighting the tremors in his fingers. He...

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