The Wistful Silence

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The hall was not a hall but a breath held by the earth, a vast cathedral of glass and light suspended in a void that had no name, where the air smelled of ozone and crushed violets and the silence was so profound it pressed against the eardrums like deep water. Colonel Elias Thorne stood at the center of it, his uniform immaculate, the brass buttons catching the diffuse, sourceless glow, and in...

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