The Distant Whispers

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The air in the Grand Hall of the Federal Building hung heavy and stagnant, a thick blanket of perfume, roasting meat, and the humid breath of three hundred guests who had been sealed inside for hours. I stood near the service entrance, my back against the cold marble pillar, watching the stage where Judge Harlan Vane was being ushered toward the microphone by two uniformed aides. My hands were...

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