The Wistful Silence

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The silence in the basement was not an absence of sound, but a presence, a thick and breathing thing that pressed against Elias Thorne’s eardrums like the depth of the ocean. He sat on a crate of rotting timber, his fingers wrapped around a glass of water that had turned cold in the dim, flickering light of a single bulb hanging from the ceiling. The air smelled of damp earth and old paper, a...

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