The Wistful Silence

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The fluorescent lights in Interrogation Room 4B hummed with a frequency that drilled directly into Elias Thorne’s molars. He sat across from Julian, the air between them thick with the metallic tang of ozone and the sterile, antiseptic smell of the Federal Bureau’s cleaning agents. For twenty years, Elias had been a senior customs inspector, a man who prided himself on order, on the clean lines...

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