The Wistful Silence
"It is not a budget cut, Elias. It is a surgical excision." Director Halloway’s voice was low, a dry rasp that seemed to scrape against the lining of the small, windowless office, and the smell of stale pipe tobacco and damp wool hung in the air, thick enough to taste. You sat across from him, your fingers laced tightly in your lap, the knuckles white, feeling the familiar ache in your lower...
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