The Wistful Silence

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The swelling in Elias’s left hand had begun as a dull ache, a throbbing behind the knuckles that he had ignored for three days, blaming it on the cold draft leaking from the vault’s heavy oak door. Now, at forty, the fingers were locked in a rigid claw, the skin taut and pale over the swollen joints, making the simple act of gripping a pencil feel like wrestling a live snake. He sat at his desk...

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