The Wistful Silence
The wool of the heavy, indigo overcoat had begun to fray at the elbows, a subtle unravelling that mirrored the slow, steady decay of the promise Elias had made to himself upon arriving in the city, a promise that the rigid architecture of the Guild would not break him but would instead forge him into something more enduring than the frail, trembling man who had fled the provincial dampness of...
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