The Distant Whispers

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The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the asphalt of Seattle into a dark, slick mirror that reflected the grey, unbroken ceiling of the sky. Margaret Holloway stood in the doorway of her apartment, a box of her late mother’s belongings balanced on her hip, and watched the world dissolve into a smear of water and neon. She was a woman of routine, of spreadsheets and quarterly reports,...

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