The Wistful Silence

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The letter lay on the oak desk, its seal unbroken, the ink a dull brown that matched the dust in the corners of the room. Elias Thorne picked it up, the paper heavy and damp, smelling of the wet earth outside. He was fifty-two, a sheriff with twenty years of service, and his hands, which had held rifles and handcuffs without trembling for decades, now shook slightly as he broke the wax. It was...

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