The Distant Whispers
The rain fell on the moor with the weight of old iron, a grey curtain that blurred the line between the earth and the sky, and Dr. Elias Thorne stood at the center of this dissolving world, his boots sinking into the peat, his hands trembling not from the cold but from the terrible, humming vibration that had taken root in his bones three days prior. He was a man of letters, of dusty archives...
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