The Wistful Silence

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a relentless, hollow rhythm against the glass of the conservatory, a sound that had seeped into the marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones. He stood by the window, his hand resting on the cold sill, watching the droplets race down the pane like fleeing spirits. Inside, the air was still and thick with the scent of old paper and damp wool. The house...

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