The Wistful Silence

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The iron key lay cold in Elias Thorne’s palm, its teeth biting into the meat of his thumb, a small, jagged weight against the skin. He watched the river, where the current churned brown and thick with silt, carrying away the last of his men. The boat’s oars cut the water in a rhythmic, final stroke, pulling the vessel toward the far bank, leaving him stranded on the muddy levee. He had wanted...

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