The Wistful Silence

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The mist clung to the cobblestones of Harrowgate like a wet shroud, refusing to lift despite the pale, indifferent sun that hung low in the sky. Elias Thorne walked through it, his footsteps muffled by the damp, the rhythm of his stride as measured and cold as a ticking clock. He was a man who had made a career of seeing what others overlooked, a detective of the local constabulary’s shadow,...

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