The Distant Whispers

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Mara held the brass key. It was cold. It bit into her palm. The office smelled of dust and old paper. Outside, the rain hammered the glass. She sat at the desk. The desk was oak. It was scarred. A small scar. A deep one. She traced it with her thumb. The key jingled. It sounded like a warning. The factory was quiet. The machines were still. They had been still for three days. The men were gone....

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