The Wistful Silence

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The coffee was cold. It sat in a ceramic mug, the surface skinning over with a dull, gray film. Elias held it in both hands, the warmth long gone, the liquid now just a cold, brown weight against his palms. He was a man who had carried heavier things, yet this small, cooling vessel felt like an anchor. He had kept it for three years. Not the coffee, but the mug. It was chipped at the rim, a...

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