The Distant Whispers

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The pill was white. Oval. Smooth. It sat in the center of the porcelain saucer. A perfect circle of enamel. The light hit it. It did not glint. It absorbed. Thomas stared. His hands shook. Not from cold. From the weight of the silence. The house held its breath. Dust motes danced. Slow. Suspicious. They moved like spies. Watching. Waiting. Thomas was the prisoner. Not of a cell. Of a room. Of a...

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