The Wistful Silence

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"You're late." Elias dropped his badge on the counter. It clattered against the wood. A sound like a bone breaking. He looked at the clock. Ten past six. The factory whistle had blown an hour ago. The town of Oakhaven was holding its breath. "Traffic," Elias said. His voice was a dry leaf. He did not look up. He stared at his boots. They were muddy. The mud was black and wet. It smelled of...

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