The Distant Whispers
Do you remember the weight of a secret? Act I‌​⁠⁠‌‌‌​​‌⁠‍​⁠‍⁠​‍‍⁠​⁠⁠⁠⁠​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​‌⁠⁠‌‍⁠‍⁠⁠‍‌‍‍‍‍​⁠‌​‍‌⁠‌​​​‍‌‌‍​​‍⁠ It was heavier than the salt crust under my boots, heavier than the sleet that slicked the black soil of the flats until the path became a trap of mud and ice. I was twelve, Suzanne Perrin, and I walked with my grandfather, whose cough had grown so deep it sounded like a wheel...
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