The Distant Whispers

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Chapter One The ink on the page did not breathe, but the men who read it did. Nitin Iyer stood in the center of the requisitioned archive room, a space that smelled of damp wool and old paper, and watched the dust motes settle in the beam of light that cut through the single, high window. He was thirty-four years old, a senior forensic linguist at the Central Bureau of Investigation, and he had...

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