The Wistful Silence

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The soup was cold, a thick, grey sludge that sat in the bottom of the iron pot like a dead animal, and Thomas stood before it with the rigid, exhausted posture of a man who had forgotten how to breathe without effort. "You are late," said the Warden, his voice a dry rasp that seemed to scrape against the walls of the circular chamber. He did not look up from his ledger, a massive book bound in...

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