The Distant Whispers

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Act I "We are closing the shipment, Pierre." Halden’s voice was flat, stripped of any inflection that might suggest urgency. The air in the staff canteen smelled of stale tobacco and damp wool, a heavy, cloying scent that clung to the back of the throat. Pierre Vasseur, thirty-four years old and wearing a uniform that no longer fit the width of his shoulders, stood by the broken jukebox. It...

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