The Distant Whispers

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The fire eats the door. You feel the heat on your face. It is a living thing. It breathes against your skin. You are in the cell. The walls are stone. They are old. They have seen this before. You know this. You have been here for three days. Or four. Time is a fluid thing here. It pools in the corners. It drains away when you blink. Your hand is on your chest. You can feel the bone. The...

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