The Distant Whispers

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The rain fell on the glass. It was a steady, gray sheet. I watched it run in long, cold lines. The city outside was a blur of neon and steel. I was inside the cell. The walls were white. The air was still. It smelled of bleach and dust. I sat on the metal bench. My hands were cuffed. The cold bit into my wrists. I did not move. I had not moved for hours. The silence was heavy. It pressed...

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