The Wistful Witness

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The rain did not fall. It hovered. Elias stood in the center of the room. The walls were made of fog. They breathed. He was a prisoner here. Not by chains. By silence. The silence was heavy. It pressed against his ears. It pressed against his chest. He held the stone. It was warm. It was the only thing that was warm. "Put it down," said a voice. The voice came from nowhere. It came from...

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