The Distant Whispers

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"You think I’m mad, Elias?" The chair, Dr. Aris Thorne, did not look up from his stack of grant proposals. The office smelled of stale coffee and the dry, papery scent of old library books, a smell that had begun to cling to Elias’s clothes whether he liked it or not. Outside, the November wind battered the windowpanes, a rhythmic, hollow knocking that sounded less like weather and more like a...

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