The Distant Whispers

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Elias Thorne woke with the taste of crushed wormwood on his tongue, a bitter, green film that coated the back of his throat and lingered long after he had swallowed. It was a recurring dream, this one, always the same: Clara standing in the dim light of their old kitchen in Leeds, her back to him, her hands moving with the rhythmic, grinding precision of a woman who had spent forty years...

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