The Wistful Silence

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The leather of the coat was cold, a chill that did not come from the air but from the hide itself, seeping into Elias’s palms as he folded the heavy garment over his arm. He stood in the center of the empty parlor, the dust motes dancing in the slant of afternoon light that cut through the bare window frames, and felt the familiar, low hum of the object against his skin. It was a whisper,...

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