The Distant Whispers

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The wind did not blow; it screamed, a high, tearing sound that stripped the skin from the white birches and laid them bare against the bruised purple sky. I stood at the edge of the treeline, my rifle heavy in my hands, the stock warm from the fever that had been building in my chest for three days. Beside me, Elias leaned on his walking stick, his breath coming in short, ragged hitches that...

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