The Wistful Silence
The rain hits the glass of the office window. It is a steady, gray drumbeat. You are sitting at the desk. The leather is cold. You are sixty years old. Your hands are trembling. You look at the document in front of you. It is a promotion letter. It is also a resignation letter. It is both. Dr. Elias Thorne enters the room. He does not knock. He never knocks. The door swings open with a force...
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