The Wistful Silence

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that turned the world outside the windows of the Bureau into a smear of mud and memory. Inside, the air was stale, thick with the smell of old paper and the metallic tang of fear that had settled into the carpet fibers over the last decade. Elias Thorne sat at his desk, the wood worn smooth by the elbows of men who had come...

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