The Wistful Silence

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The silver locket sat on the workbench, its hinge stiff with rust and old grief. I held it up to the gaslight, turning the tiny cylinder between my thumb and forefinger, listening to the faint, rhythmic tapping that echoed in the hollow of my skull. It was not a sound from the metal; it was a sound from inside me, a mechanical grinding that had replaced the quiet since Elara died. I needed to...

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