The Distant Whispers
The dream is always the same: a thick, black bile rising in your throat, tasting of iron and old pennies. You wake gasping, the sheets soaked with cold sweat, the clock on the nightstand reading 3:00 AM. You are Elias Thorne, Inspector of the Oakhaven Municipal Water Authority, and you have spent the last six weeks trying to forget the faces of the missing mill workers. You want only one thing:...
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