The Distant Whispers

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The steam rose from the copper kettles in a thick, opaque fog that swallowed the light of the gas lamps, turning the workshop into a grey, breathing void where the only solid things were the ticking clocks and the silence that had settled over me like a burial shroud. I stood by the window, watching the rain streak the glass, my hands trembling not from the cold but from the sheer, physical...

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