The Wistful Silence

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The ink in the well was freezing, not with the cold of the room, but with a sudden, violent rigidity that turned the liquid black into a solid, jagged thing. Elias Thorne stared at the pen, the tip stuck fast in the congealed mass, and listened to the static that had been growing in his left ear since midnight. It was a low, granular hiss, like a radio tuned between stations, but underneath it,...

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