The Wistful Silence

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The vial sat in my palm, cold and black, tasting of iron before I even uncorked it, and I knew with a sickening certainty that the tremor in my fingers was not from the November chill of the police station but from the liquid itself, which had begun to bind to my guilt the moment I signed the false report accusing me of stealing evidence from the locker. I was Elias Thorne, a constable of...

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