The Distant Whispers

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The last crate of apples hit the bed of the truck with a dull, final thud that seemed to swallow the sound of the wind. Elias, twelve years old and stiff with the cold, stood on the porch of the farmhouse, watching his father, Thomas, wipe his hands on a rag that was black with soil and grease. The orchard behind them was a graveyard of grey branches, stripped of fruit, stripped of life, and in...

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