The Distant Whispers

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The rain did not fall so much as it seeped, a cold, persistent mist that clung to the skin of the old manor like a second, shrouded coat. "You hear it, don't you?" Elias asked, his voice barely rising above the wet whisper of the eaves. He stood by the window, his back to Thomas, his shoulders hunched as if the weight of the ceiling were pressing directly upon his spine. "In the walls. In the...

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