The Distant Whispers
The floorboards under Elias Thorne’s feet ticked as he packed his kit. It was a dry, rhythmic sound, like the settling of a ship in port. He was thirty-four years old, a border patrol officer with twelve years of service, and he had only one goal: to secure his pension and leave Blackwood Station before the winter freeze set in. The house was old, built of heavy oak that had been felled before...
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