The Wistful Silence

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The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a heavy, grey curtain drawn tight against the high, arched windows of the Ministry of Archival Integrity, where the air smelled perpetually of dust, dried ink, and the slow, sweet rot of forgotten things. Elias Thorne sat in his cubicle, a small box of wood and wire that had once been part of a grander, more open office, and he watched the water...

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