The Wistful Silence

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The hive was warm. It was always warm. Elias sat in the center of the room, his back against the rough-hewn wooden wall, and listened to the hum. It was a low, thrumming vibration that lived in his teeth. He closed his eyes. The air smelled of wax and decay and something sweet, like rotting peaches. He was a man who knew the value of things. He knew the price of a gallon of honey. He knew the...

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