The Wistful Silence

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The seal was cold, a heavy disc of black glass that pulsed against Elias Thorne’s palm like a second, slower heartbeat. He sat in the antechamber of the King’s court, his fingers wrapped tightly around the handle of the object, feeling the damp chill of the stone floor seep through the soles of his boots. The air in the room was thick with the scent of old wax and iron, a metallic tang that...

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