The Distant Whispers

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The dust in the St. Jude’s Historical Society did not settle; it hung suspended in the dim light of the reading room like a fine, gray snow that had been falling for a century. I sat alone at the heavy oak table, the leather-bound ledger open before me, its pages brittle and stained with the damp rot of a basement that had seen better days. My fingers, trembling slightly from the cold that...

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