The Distant Whispers

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The chisel bit into the rotting oak, and Elias Thorne watched the wood splinter under the force of his wrist, a sharp, gritty resistance that felt less like timber and more like dried skin. He was forty-two, a surveyor by trade, though the title had become a hollow thing, a shell without the meat of competence to fill it. The debt was a living thing in the house, a cold weight that sat on his...

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