The Distant Whispers

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The first hour cost me the smell of the kitchen. I stood at the edge of the Whispering Grove, counting the seconds on my watch, waiting for the mist to thin. It did not thin. It thickened, pressing against my face like wet wool. I was here to map the anomaly. That was the order. Colonel Halloway had looked at my file, at the twenty years of service, and said, "Prove it’s just gas, Thorne. Or...

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