The Wistful Silence

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The fog in the harbor town of Whitby was not merely weather; it was a substance, thick and grey as wet wool, pressing against the windows of the Constabulary office until the glass groaned under its weight. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat alone at his desk, the room silent save for the rhythmic dripping of a leaking pipe in the corner and the distant, mournful hoot of a foghorn from the pier. He wore...

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