The Wistful Silence

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2026-08-19 06:06:11 -

The banquet hall of St. Jude’s was a cavern of white linen and cold air, smelling faintly of lilies and old money. Elias Vane stood by the window, his fingers tracing the condensation on the glass, watching the city lights bleed into the wet asphalt outside. He was a man of modest stature but immense, coiled tension, a craftsman of sorts in a world that had forgotten how to build things by...

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