The Wistful Silence

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The needle had drifted forty degrees to the west since Tuesday, a slow, agonizing creep that Elias Thorne counted in millimeters against the brass bezel, his thumb tracing the cold, scratched glass with a precision that had once earned him commendations for marksmanship and now only earned him a file full of psychiatric evaluations. He was fifty-four, twenty-eight years into a career that had...

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