The Wistful Silence

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The wind in Oakhaven does not howl; it scrapes. It sounds like a nail dragging across slate, a sound that has worn into the bone of my skull over three years of service. I sit in the warden’s quarters, a room no larger than a closet, listening to the silence of the vault below. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and I have come to believe that the silence is louder than the noise. My...

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