The Distant Whispers

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The external hard drive sat in my left hand, its casing warm from the friction of the USB port, while my right hand hovered over the keyboard, fingers stiff with the cold that seeped through the soles of my shoes. The St. Jude’s Asylum basement smelled of wet wool and old paper, a scent that had settled into my skin over the last three years of night shifts. I was forty-two, and I had two hours...

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