The Distant Whispers

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The rain hammered the slate roof of the watch station, a relentless, drumming rhythm that matched the pounding in your temples. You stood by the window, watching the mist swallow the moor, your hand resting on the cold iron of the door handle. You were thirty-two, a border warden with ten years of service and a pension that felt further away than the next sunrise. You wanted to secure your...

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