The Distant Whispers
The rain fell on the slate roofs of Oakhaven. It fell hard. It fell cold. Elias sat by the window. He was seven years old. His hands were small. They trembled. He watched the street. The street was empty. The street was dark. A sound came. It was low. It was deep. It hummed in the stones. It hummed in the wood. It hummed in the bone. Elias knew it. He had heard it before. In the cellar. In the...
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