The Wistful Silence

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The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the garden behind the Whitmore house into a slick, muddy basin that reflected the gray, unbroken sky like a broken mirror. Elias stood at the kitchen window, his hand resting on the cold glass, watching the water drip down the pane in long, erratic threads that distorted the view of the yard. He was a man of fifty, though the uniform he wore...

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