The Distant Whispers

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The dream was not a place but a sensation, a heavy, wet dragging of something across stone that refused to yield, and in that pre-conscious haze Elias Thorne felt the weight of his own history pressing against the inside of his skull like a tumor made of silence and rust, a sensation so profound it forced his eyes to open in the sterile, fluorescent hum of the administrative wing of the St....

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