The Distant Whispers

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The frost on the windowpane had begun to melt. You watched the water droplets trace slow, erratic lines down the glass. They fell in silence. Outside, the town of Oakhaven slept. It was a small place. A place of routine. And routine was a lie. You knew this. You had spent twenty years proving it. Your name was Dr. Arthur Vane. You were a climatologist. Or at least, that is what the university...

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