The Wistful Silence

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey veil that blurred the edges of the world. Elias Thorne stood at the window of the small, rented cottage on the edge of Millhaven. He watched the water bead on the glass. Each drop was a tear that refused to let go. He had worn the uniform for twenty years. Now he wore a cardigan, thin and worn at the elbows. The badge hung on the...

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