The Distant Whispers

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The board meeting in the basement of the municipal annex smelled of stale coffee and floor wax, a sterile odor that seemed to seep into the pores of Elias Thorne’s wool suit as he stood before the long mahogany table, his hands clasped behind his back to hide their trembling. "The data is conclusive, Mr. Bradshaw," Elias said, his voice steady despite the knot of cold anxiety tightening in his...

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