The Faded Photograph

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The ink on the nib was still wet, a dark bead trembling against the grain of the paper, as Elias Thorne recorded the exact decibel level of the silence that had just broken in the refectory. It was a specific kind of quiet, the kind that follows a shout, and it cost him two hours of sleep to measure before he could trust the number. He had been arguing with Dr. Halloway for forty minutes prior,...

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