The Distant Whispers

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The notice from the Board of Directors was stamped with a red seal that looked like a dried drop of blood. Usha Iyer held the paper up to the fluorescent light of the archive, her fingers trembling slightly against the rough, fibrous texture of the stock. The ink was black, but it seemed to absorb the light, pulling the brightness down into the fibers of the page. She had spent twenty years in...

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