The Distant Whispers

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The shell struck the eastern wing at dawn, shattering the glass of the dispensary into a million glittering teeth. Thomas Hale did not scream; he only covered his ears with his hands, the bone china of his mind cracking along with the walls. He was thirty-two, a clerk of the St. Jude’s Sanatorium, and his life had been a ledger of careful, quiet entries until the war turned the page with a...

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