The Distant Whispers

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"Elias." The name hangs in the air, heavy as wet wool. You hear it from the porch, where Mrs. Gable stands with her arms crossed, her lips tight against the wind. She is not looking at you. She is looking at the house. Specifically, she is looking at the window above the kitchen, where the glass fogs from the inside, a breathless cloud that vanishes too quickly for sunlight to touch. You are...

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