The Distant Whispers

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The glass was warm in your hand, the liquid thick and smelling of crushed stems, and Silas Vane stood in the doorway with that particular stillness that made the air in the basement office feel suddenly thin, as if the oxygen had been siphoned out to make room for his presence. "You look like a man who hasn’t slept in a bed rather than a car," he said, his voice low and textured, like gravel...

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