The Distant Whispers

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Fintan Kilbride stood in the scullery of the off-season boarding house, his hands raw and red from scrubbing the stone trough, and he knew with a cold, physical certainty that the pardon for his brother Cillian would not come. The water was black with silt and the smell of the river ice, which had cracked and groaned all night, a sound like nails dropped in a metal pail that had kept him awake...

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