The Wistful Silence

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Elias Thorne’s fingers worked the rusted hinge of the compass, the metal cold and gritty against his calluses. It was a small, brass thing, tarnished by twenty years of sweat and desert dust, and it had not pointed north in a decade. Not since the day his wife, Mara, died of the flu in their cramped apartment above the laundromat. The needle swung wildly, erratic and frantic, locking onto the...

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