Marcus looked at his device, then back at Elena. He saw the passion in her eyes, the dedication to a style that prioritized depth over speed.
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Elena smiled, a small, knowing expression. “But can you find the silence between the words? Can you feel the weight of a secret kept for fifty years?” Marcus looked at his device, then back at Elena