The Distant Whispers

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The letter lay on the desk, the ink smeared where your thumb had pressed too hard. It was a notice of transfer. Your name, Elias Thorne, was printed in bold type, followed by the date: November 14th. You stared at the date until the numbers blurred. Thirty-four years old. You had wanted to go home. You had wanted to see Sarah before the ice took the river. Instead, you had a rattle in your...

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