The Wistful Silence

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The air in the study smelled of stale tobacco and old paper. Elias sat across from Mr. Vance, his hands folded tightly in his lap, knuckles white. Vance leaned back, the leather of his chair creaking under his weight, and slid a brass key across the mahogany desk. It landed with a sharp click, echoing in the silent room. "The attic," Vance said, his voice dry and devoid of warmth. "It’s been...

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