The Wistful Silence

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The coat was wool, charcoal grey, and it smelled of old tobacco and rain. It hung on the back of a chair in the center of the sterile conference room, a silent accusation against the beige walls and the hum of the air conditioning. Elias Thorne stood before it, his hands trembling slightly as he adjusted his own tie. He was a senior archivist, a man who had spent thirty years cataloging the...

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