The Distant Whispers

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The rain in the city of Oakhaven did not wash the streets clean; it merely made the grime slicker, a dark varnish that caught the gaslight and held it hostage. You stood on the bridge, the iron railing cold against your palms, watching the river churn below. It was a heavy night, the kind that pressed against the windows of the townhouses, sealing them in with their own secrets. You were not a...

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