The Distant Whispers

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The dream is always the same: a white room, a pedestal, and a porcelain bell that rings with a sound like a crack in the spine. You wake with your heart hammering against your ribs, the phantom chime still vibrating in your ears, a sharp, metallic taste on your tongue that you know, with a certainty that feels physical, is the taste of a lie. It is Tuesday, and you have three days to secure the...

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