The Wistful Silence

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The silver clasp was cold against my wrist, a weight that did not belong to the leather strap of my watch. I rubbed the metal with my thumb, feeling the sharp edge of the engraving bite into my skin, but the cold did not recede. It was the same cold that had settled in the evidence locker three days prior, the day I first claimed to have found Elara’s clasp in Cell 4-B. I had sworn on the...

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