The Wistful Silence
The siren did not wail so much as it screamed, a jagged, metallic shriek that tore through the humid stillness of the valley and shattered the brittle silence of the afternoon, pulling Sergeant Elias Thorne from his chair with a violence that made his joints crack in protest. He stood there, one hand still resting on the cold steel of the desk, the other gripping the edge of the wooden frame,...
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