The Distant Whispers
The static in the recording booth was not empty. It hummed with a low, granular grit that Elias felt in his teeth, a sound that had no business existing in a room designed for silence. He adjusted the microphone, his fingers steady despite the tremor in his chest, and pressed the red button. "I am here to speak about Julian," he said, his voice flat, professional, the voice of a man who had...
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