The Wistful Silence

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The brass key was cold in Elias’s palm, its teeth worn smooth by years of turning in the lock of a door that no longer felt like home. He sat at the kitchen table, the wood scarred by a decade of spills and scratches, while the damp air of the coastal town seeped through the windowpane, carrying the scent of brine and rotting kelp. Across from him, Mara watched him with eyes that held no...

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