The Wistful Silence
The rain did not fall. It hung. A gray, suspended breath over the valley. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the gate. He did not look back. His hands were steady. His heart was a stone in a dry well. He was leaving. The village watched. They did not speak. They only watched. Their eyes were heavy with a debt they could not pay. Elias felt the weight of their gaze. It pressed against his spine. He...
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