The Distant Whispers

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The tremor in Elias Thorne’s left hand had become a rhythmic, violent shaking that made the ink on the pension form bleed into a dark, spreading stain. He stared at the paper, at the date where he was to sign his name and officially surrender his badge, his thumb hovering over the wet line as if waiting for a command that never came. The office was cold, the radiator clanking with the dry,...

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