The Distant Whispers

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The bus smells of wet wool and diesel. You sit by the window, your hands folded in your lap, fingers stained with the dark earth of the Appalachian foothills. It is raining. The wipers beat a slow, rhythmic thud against the glass, keeping time with the pulse in your neck. You are Sergeant Elias Thorne. You are going to the facility. You are going to see the thing they keep in the basement. The...

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