The Distant Whispers

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Thorne. The name hung in the air, stripped of any courtesy, a single syllable that carried the weight of the entire morning and the crumbling foundation of the house behind you. You stood at the iron gate of the Thorne estate, the metal cold and slick with the morning dew, your fingers white-knuckled around the letter that had arrived that morning, the paper damp and soft against your skin....

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