The Distant Whispers

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a persistent, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world outside the single, narrow window of the holding cell, where Sergeant Elias Thorne sat with his hands cuffed behind his back, the cold metal biting into the skin of his wrists with a familiarity that had long since ceased to be painful and had become instead a kind of second skeleton,...

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