The Wistful Silence

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The heavy steel key hung from Elias Thorne’s neck on a chain that had long since tarnished to a dull, sickly green. He turned it over in his fingers, the metal cold and biting against the skin of his thumb, a small, sharp pain that seemed to ground him in the present moment. The air in the corridor was thick with the scent of damp plaster and old paper, a dry, dusty cold that settled deep in...

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