The Distant Whispers

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Liwayway Navarro knelt in the dirt, his fingers digging into the cold mud of the garden behind the estero, the black stain on the cellar shelf still fresh in his mind. He was looking for the root, the bitter thing that could stop his mother’s cough, but the soil felt wrong, dead and dry despite the rain that had fallen for two days straight. The ferry horn sounded across the water, a low groan...

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