The Distant Whispers

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Thorne. The name hung in the air, sharp and brittle, before Halloway’s voice even finished the word. Elias felt it strike his chest like a physical blow, a dull thud beneath the ribs that had nothing to do with the cold morning air. He stood in the corridor of the Ashworth Textile Mill, the linoleum floor slick with the black grease that seeped from the machines below, and watched his boss turn...

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