The Distant Whispers

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2026-08-21 11:14:36 -

The bus rattled through the rain, a skeletal thing clattering against the wet pavement of the city. I sat in the back, near the door. The window was fogged. I pressed my thumb against the glass. It left a cold, clear circle. Outside, the lights smeared into long, broken lines. Red. White. Blue. The city bled color into the dark. I was tired. My bones felt hollowed out. Scoured clean. I had been...

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