The Distant Whispers
The heavy steel latch of the evidence locker clicked with a sound like a bone breaking, the sharp, metallic snap cutting through the low, electric hum of the server room’s cooling fans, and Elias Thorne felt the vibration travel up through the soles of his boots and into the aching architecture of his knees, a physical reminder that his body was no longer the instrument it had been when he...
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