The Wistful Silence

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The fluorescent lights of the municipal records office hummed with a frequency that seemed to vibrate directly in the marrow of your bones, a low, persistent thrum that made the sterile, windowless air feel thick and stale. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and for the last three weeks you have existed only in the narrow corridor between the scanner and the filing cabinet, your life...

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