The Distant Whispers
The train hissed against the gravel of the platform, a long, metallic exhale that seemed to stretch time itself before it finally settled into silence. You stood there, holding the leather satchel in your left hand, the straps cutting into your palm until the skin went white. It was a heavy bag, heavier than you had expected, filled not with money or weapons, but with the weight of the last six...
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