The Distant Whispers

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The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it settled, a persistent, grey mist that clung to the wool of my coat and the stone of the churchyard. I stood before St. Jude’s Chapel, the structural integrity of which was the only thing standing between my wife Clara and the crushing debt of her terminal care. I am a structural engineer, a man who measures the world in load-bearing capacities and...

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