The Wistful Silence

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The glass shard cut Elias Thorne’s thumb before he even realized he had touched it. A thin line of red welled up, dark and immediate, against the pale skin of his hand. He did not pull away. He held the piece of crystal up to the weak morning light filtering through the attic window, watching the blood bead and fall. *Margaret*, the whisper said. It was not a voice, exactly. It was a vibration...

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