The Distant Whispers

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The doctor said Elias, and the name hung in the sterile air like a damp rag. He did not look up. His eyes were fixed on the white bowl in front of him, the porridge inside trembling with the slight, persistent shake of his hands. He was forty-two years old, and his body had become a prison of its own making, a hollow vessel where the walls were thinning by the day. The disease was a thief that...

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