The Distant Whispers
The hearse groaned against the gravel, a sound like a bone snapping under too much weight, as Elara Vane navigated the long, crooked lane toward the house that had swallowed her mother and now threatened to swallow her. It was October, the kind of late autumn day in rural Ohio where the light comes in low and gray, stripping the color from the cornfields until they look like bleached straw, and...
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