The Distant Whispers

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Elias Thorne drove the steel spike into the subgrade, the impact jarring up his forearm and settling in his teeth. The smell of wet clay and diesel hung heavy in the air, a thick, organic clog that coated the back of his throat. He was forty-two, and his knees ached with a dull, persistent throb that no amount of ibuprofen could fully silence. The community center’s east wing needed three more...

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