The Wistful Silence

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The seal was wax. Red. Hard as bone. It pressed into the heavy parchment with a crisp, final sound that echoed in the small, windowless chamber. Elias did not look up. His eyes were fixed on the table, on the grain of the oak, on the faint, circular impression left by a cup that had been there a century ago. He was a man who had learned to be still. Stillness was the only currency that had not...

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