The Distant Whispers

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The leather of the journal was worn smooth by the friction of Elias Thorne’s thumb, a skin so thin it had begun to split along the spine, revealing the dark, dry paper beneath like the flesh of an old man’s hand. He counted the pages again, not out of habit, but because the weight of them in his lap had grown heavier over the last three days, a physical density that seemed to pull at his knees...

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