The Distant Whispers

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The old man sat on the edge of the stone bridge, his boots dangling over the black water, and he said nothing for a long time, allowing the silence to stretch like taffy until it was thin and translucent, revealing the jagged teeth of the riverbed far below where the current churned with a sound that was less like water and more like the grinding of bones in a mill. He was a scholar of the old...

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