The Wistful Silence

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The key snapped in the lock with a sound like a bone breaking. Elias held the broken stem in his fist, the metal jagged and warm, while the rain hammered the slate roof of the manor. It was a Tuesday, and the real estate agent, Mr. Thorne, stood three feet away, his umbrella dripping onto the wet stone of the courtyard. Thorne’s suit was dry, a bright, offensive beige that seemed to repel the...

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