The Distant Whispers

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The rain was not falling so much as it was being forced into the earth, a grey, heavy curtain that erased the line between the sky and the cobblestones of the square where I stood, my shoulder screaming with a dull, throbbing ache that I had learned to ignore in favor of the sharper pain in my gut. I was a man made of old bones and new orders, standing in the middle of a town that felt less...

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