The Wistful Silence

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The rejection slip was three inches long, printed on the heavy, cream-colored stock that Mrs. Gable reserved for bad news, and Elias Thorne held it against the fluorescent light of the archive room until the ink blurred into a smudge, his thumb pressing so hard against the paper that the nail bed turned a bruised purple. He wanted to leave; he wanted to walk out of the St. Jude’s Municipal...

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