The Wistful Silence

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The pen lay on the desk, its nib dry, a small black scar against the white paper. Elias Thorne stared at it, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the heat of the ink. The smell of the Ministry was distinct: damp wool, stale coffee, and the faint, metallic tang of the Red Ink. It was a residue that clung to documents deemed illegitimate by the state, a bureaucratic stain that burned the...

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