The Slumbering Strings of Silas Meadowbrook
Silas Meadowbrook, at nineteen, was an enigma even to himself. People often said he had "old eyes," but tonight, in the dim glow of his grandmother's attic, his eyes were wide, too wide, reflecting the glossy sheen of Mr. Grin, his most cherished, and perhaps only, confidante. Mr. Gri
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