The Wistful Silence

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In the damp chill of the dawn, Elias Thorne held the brass key to the detention wing in his palm, the metal cold and unyielding against his calloused skin. The key was small, a jagged thing of iron and brass, but in his hand it felt heavy with the weight of the last three days. Outside the window of his modest flat, the city of Oakhaven lay shrouded in a mist that did not merely obscure the...

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