The Wistful Silence

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The summons came not as a phone call but as a piece of paper, slid under the door of your office at 6:00 AM, the ink still wet, smelling of the cheap toner that the federal government buys in bulk by the pallet. It read: Elias Thorne. Report to Director Vance. 0900. No witnesses. You sat at your desk, the wood cold against your forearms, and watched the red stain of a dream fade from your...

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