The Wistful Silence

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The cellar of the Thorne manor smelled of wet rot and old iron, a scent that had seeped into Elias’s skin over the last three years until it was indistinguishable from his own sweat. He sat at the heavy oak table, the candle guttering in a draft that seemed to come from the walls themselves, and opened the forbidden ledger to the final, blank page. His fingers, stained permanently with the soot...

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