The Distant Whispers

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2026-08-21 11:53:24 -

The rain hit the glass. It tapped. It pattered. It stopped. Then it started again. I watched the drops slide down the windowpane. They left trails. The trails dried. The window was clear. My hands were still. They were cold. I held the pen. I did not write. I just held it. The ink was black. It smelled of iron. I was a detective. I looked for clues. I looked for lies. I looked for the truth....

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