The Wistful Silence

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The chisel snapped with a sound like a dry bone breaking, the thin steel shattering against the dense white grain of the alabaster. Elias Thorne did not flinch. He stood in the center of the workshop, the dust of the estate hanging in the grey afternoon light, his knuckles white around the handle of the broken tool. The final panel of the family crest, the one piece that would seal the...

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