The Wistful Silence

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Elias’s hand gripped the edge of the frozen lake, his knuckles white against the black ice. The wind had died an hour ago, leaving a silence so thick it felt like pressure against his eardrums. He was twelve years old, and he was alone. His father’s watch lay on the far shore, lost to the snow three days prior, a concrete fact that had turned into a mission. The watch was not just a watch. It...

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