The Wistful Silence
The letter from the Board of Trustees lay on the mahogany desk, its seal unbroken, the paper thick and cream-colored, smelling faintly of the lavender water Elias used to dampen his quills. He read the first line twice, the ink blurring slightly as the static in the room grew louder, a low, electrical hum that seemed to vibrate in his teeth rather than his ears. The committee had granted him...
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