The Distant Whispers

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Thorne. The name hung in the smoky air of the briefing room, sharp and accusatory, cut by Captain Halloway’s finger pointing at the man in the corner. Elias Thorne did not move. He stood by the map table, his hands resting on the cold linoleum, feeling the grit of ash that had settled on his uniform collar. He was forty-two years old, a senior inspector with twenty years of service, and he had...

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