The Wistful Silence

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The rain did not fall; it was driven. It struck the windowpane of the detached house in the Yorkshire moors with a violence that rattled the glass in its frame. Inside, the air was still and thick with the scent of damp wool and old wood. Elias Thorne stood by the fireplace, his back to the room. He was a large man, broad-shouldered, his posture rigid as a plank of oak. He wore his service...

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