The Wistful Silence

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The rain did not fall; it hung in the air, a thick, grey curtain that smothered the town of Oakhaven. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the library’s main hall, his knuckles white around the handle of a brass key. He was not a man of action. He was a man of footnotes, of dry ink and the quiet dust of forgotten spines. But today, the dust had taken shape. It swirled around his ankles, a cold,...

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