The Distant Whispers

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Anita Chatterjee was already on her feet when the bell rang, her hands deep in the cold water of the washbasin, scrubbing the grit from beneath her fingernails with a rough cloth that had once been a shirt. The water was so cold it bit into the joints, a sharp, physical reminder of the damp that had seeped into her bones during the night, and she did not dry her hands but let the droplets fall...

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