The Wistful Silence

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Thorne. The name hung in the air, cold and sharp, a summons from a dream that never ended. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of iron and old paper in his mouth, the phantom weight of ink still clinging to his lungs. He was forty-two, a senior customs inspector with twelve years of service, and he had eleven hours to prove he was not a thief. The tribunal began at noon in the Ministry of Trade, a...

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