The Distant Whispers

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2026-08-23 13:17:31 -

The rain hit the cobblestones of Blackwood Manor’s courtyard in sheets, turning the world into a gray blur of mud and stone. I stood there, my badge heavy on my chest, my hand white-knuckled around my baton. I was looking for Thomas. He had been dead for three days, but the manor had kept his body warm, hidden behind the oak doors of the west wing. I needed the killer. I needed justice for my...

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