The Distant Whispers

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Elias Thorne. The name hung in the damp air of the pit, called out by the foreman’s whistle, a sharp, metallic shriek that cut through the heavy silence of the drift. It was a summons, not a greeting, and Elias felt the weight of it settle into his shoulders, a physical burden that sat heavier than the pickaxe he gripped in his sweating hands. He was thirty-two, but the coal dust had settled...

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