The Wistful Silence

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The dried sprig of wisteria sat in Elias’s palm, its brittle stems clicking softly against the wood of his desk. It was a relic, thin as a needle and just as sharp, a fragment of the garden that had died with Brother Thomas. Elias turned it over, feeling the slight weight of the dead wood against his skin, a small, dry anchor in the shifting sands of his tenure. Outside, the wind tore at the...

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