The Wistful Silence

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The tea had gone cold, a skin of greyish-brown congealing on its surface, much like the atmosphere in the small, windowless office of the Department of Nutritional Compliance, a place that smelled of floor wax, old paper, and the metallic tang of suppressed anxiety. Elias Thorne sat behind his desk, a man whose spine had long ago surrendered to the weight of his duties, and stared at the file...

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