The Distant Whispers
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey, suspended judgment over the cobblestones of St. Jude’s Institute, where Elias Thorne stood with the resignation letter dampening against his chest, his knuckles white around the paper that would sever his twenty-year tenure and, consequently, his sister’s lifeline. Inside the office, Director Halloway had just finished his...
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