The Distant Whispers

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The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the windowpanes and the wool of Elias Thorne’s coat, which he had worn for three days straight without removing it. He stood in the hallway of the hospital, listening to the rhythmic hiss of the ventilator that kept Clara’s breath shallow and steady, a sound that had become the metronome of his...

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