The Wistful Silence

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The stone was cold. It held the heat of the day, a residual warmth that faded quickly as the fog rolled in from the sea. Elias stood at the edge of the cliff, his boots sinking slightly into the wet heather. He was a man of books, of dust and quiet rooms, but here, on the edge of the world, he was only a body. A fragile thing of bone and blood. He had come to find the ruins. Not for the...

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