The Distant Whispers
The hum was not in the air, but in the floorboards, a low, grinding vibration that rose through the soles of Elias Thorne’s boots and settled deep in his chest. "It’s the wind, Sergeant," Inspector Vance said, not looking up from his ledger. The scratch of his pen against the paper was the only other sound in the office, a dry, rhythmic scraping that seemed to sharpen the edges of the silence....
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