The Distant Whispers

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The iron door clanked shut. Cold air bit at Thomas’s face. He shivered. Not from the chill. From the silence. The cell was small. Stone walls. Rough. Gray. One candle burned. Flame danced. Shadow stretched. Thomas sat on the straw. His knees bent. He looked at his hands. They shook. Old hands. Skin like parchment. Veins blue. Prominent. He flexed them. Crack. Crack. The sound was loud. Like dry...

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