The Wistful Silence

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2026-08-22 13:41:14 -

The glass sat on the desk. It was a small thing. A vessel. It held no water. It held no wine. It held only the light of the room. The light was grey. The light was late. The room was cold. Elias sat in the chair. The leather creaked. It sounded like a bone breaking. He did not move. He stared at the glass. His hands were still. His hands were folded. They were white. They were thin. They were...

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