The Wistful Silence

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2026-08-20 08:48:04 -

The rain had been falling since the border crossing, a fine, persistent mist that soaked into the wool of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s coat and turned the gravel of the highway into a slick, grey mirror. He drove with his hands low on the wheel, his knuckles white, the leather of the grip worn smooth by years of tension. The vehicle was a standard municipal sedan, unmarked, but the weight of the...

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