The Wistful Silence

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The rain did not fall so much as it insisted. It hammered against the tin roof of the shed, a relentless, metallic drumming that masked the sound of the forest. Elias sat on the overturned crate, his hands bound by his own will, not by rope. He looked at his hands. They were the hands of a man who had buried three men in the mud of the Somme, then two more in the trenches of Ypres, and finally,...

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