The Wistful Silence

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The rain lashed the corrugated iron roof. Miles Vane did not flinch. He sat in the corner of the abandoned freight depot. The air smelled of wet rust and old coal. A single lantern hung from a beam. It swung gently. The light cast long, distorted shadows. The shadows moved like smoke. Miles held the file. It was leather-bound. Stiff with age. His hands trembled. Not from cold. From the weight...

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