The Wistful Silence

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The carriage wheels ground against the gravel of the estate drive, a sound like teeth grinding on bone, as Elias Thorne stood at the rear gate and watched the mist swallow the road he had just left behind. He was a man of forty, though the lines carved into his face suggested a deeper, older exhaustion, the kind that settles into the marrow of a person who has spent years running from a shadow...

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