The Distant Whispers

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Elias, come down here, the voice said, not from the hallway but from the wallpaper, a low rasp that vibrated in the plaster behind the floral pattern. He stood in the doorway of his mother’s room, the morning light cutting through the dust motes in thin, gray blades. It was October, the kind of cold that settled into the bones before the frost did. He was twelve, though he often felt older,...

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