The Wistful Silence

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The rain did not fall. It hovered. A thick, gray mist clung to the cobblestones of the village, suspending droplets in the air like suspended time. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the fog, his breath visible in the cold. He was not a man who liked the cold. He was a man who liked answers. Here, in the village of Oakhaven, there were no answers. Only the soup. Every night, at the stroke of...

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