The Distant Whispers

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The storm broke at noon. It did not roll in. It shattered. The sky turned the color of a bruise, purple and swollen, and the wind screamed through the eaves of the old mill. You stood by the window. Your hands were trembling. Not from cold. From fear. You looked at the coat on the chair. It was your wife’s coat. Wool. Dark green. Heavy. It had hung there for three days. Since the fever took...

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