The Distant Whispers

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The rain hit the corrugated tin roof like gravel. It was a heavy, grey storm. It had no mercy. Inside the shed, the air was thick. It smelled of wet wool and old rust. Elias sat on a crate. His hands were shaking. He looked at the jacket. It hung on a nail. It was dark green. It was frayed at the cuffs. It was thin. The lining was torn. He could see the threadbare white cotton underneath. It...

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