The Wistful Silence

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The needle, thin as a sliver of bone, rested in Elias’s palm, its eye catching the dim, yellow light of the mill floor, and he held it there, trembling slightly, before the weight of the silence pressed against his eardrums like a physical hand. He was twelve, though he looked older, his hands stained with the indigo dye of the cloth, working the night shift in the old textile mill in Ashford,...

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