The Distant Whispers

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The letter arrived on a Tuesday, smelling of damp wool and old ink. It sat on the kitchen table, a pale rectangle against the dark oak, waiting to be opened. Elias Thorne stood before it, his hands trembling slightly. He was a large man, built for the rigors of the border patrol, but time and hunger had carved hollows into his cheeks. The house was quiet. Too quiet. The wind outside scraped...

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