The Distant Whispers

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Act I Did the ink lie, or did the man? Opal Cavett stood by the window of the surveyor’s office, watching the sea fret erase the town, and wondered if his own hands had ever known the truth. The mist was a physical thing, a gray wool pulled tight over the eyes of the world, turning the familiar streets of the hollow into a blur of shapes and shadows. Inside, the air smelled of damp paper and...

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