The Wistful Silence

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The mist rolled in from the high desert, a cold, silent thing that clung to the ankles and swallowed the horizon. Elias Thorne stood in the breakroom, the fluorescent lights humming a low, electric note that seemed to vibrate in his teeth, watching the fog seep through the cracks of the door frame. He had wanted only to clear his name, to prove that the death of Officer Miller was an accident...

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