The Distant Whispers

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The fog was thick enough to chew. "Stay back," the guide said. His voice was flat, stripped of sympathy, like a clerk reading a denial of benefits. "The moor remembers every debt, Elias. You think you’re a man? You’re a ghost that forgot to die." Elias didn’t answer. He adjusted the strap of his satchel, the leather biting into his shoulder. The weight of the tin inside was a cold anchor...

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