The Wistful Saga
"You’ve forgotten how to breathe." The voice was soft, but it cut through the hum of the air conditioning. It cut through the sterile, white silence of the office. Miles turned in his chair. The leather creaked, a dry, protesting sound. He looked up. Silas stood there. Silas, who had taught him everything. Silas, whose hands shook now when he held a cup of coffee, but who still moved with the...
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