The Distant Whispers

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2026-08-22 04:13:18 -

The rain had stopped three hours ago, but the air in the precinct still held the damp, metallic weight of a storm that had passed through. I sat in the windowless interrogation room, the one with the concrete floor and the single, humming fluorescent light that buzzed like a trapped insect. My name is Arthur Vane, and I am a man who has spent forty years listening to the silence between words....

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