The Wistful Silence

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The heavy oak door of the interrogation room did not creak as it closed, but rather thudded with the finality of a coffin lid, sealing Julian Thorne inside with the smell of stale tobacco and the cold, metallic tang of fear that had settled in the back of his throat like a swallowed stone. He sat at the steel table, his hands clasped beneath his chin, watching the dust motes dance in the single...

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