The Wistful Silence

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The sky tore open. Not with rain, but with sound. A low, grinding hum that vibrated in the teeth, in the marrow. It was the sound of the world ending, or perhaps just the sound of the world breaking. Elias stood in the center of the great hall. He was twelve years old. He wore a suit of cloth so old it had turned the color of ash. In his hands, he held the glass. It was not a large thing. A...

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