The Distant Whispers

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The count of the hours was the first thing Elias Thorne did each morning, a mechanical tally of the time he had lost to the state, twelve years subtracted from a life that had already been subtracted from itself. He stood in the prison yard, the gravel crunching under the heavy soles of his boots, and felt the iron fence vibrate against his teeth, a low, subsonic hum that seemed to originate in...

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