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"It was like something being dragged," Elias said, the words catching. "I pushed the door open, and the light from the hallway hit the floor. I saw her. I saw Clara, and she was—"

He never finished. He didn't need to. The silence that followed was louder than any description he could have given. The jury watched him, their own expressions filling in the horrific gaps he couldn't bring himself to bridge. The man in the dark suit finally looked away. Why this works as Aposiopesis: aposiopesis

The courtroom was silent, the kind of silence that feels heavy, like humid air before a storm. Elias sat in the witness stand, his knuckles white as he gripped the wooden railing. Across the room, the man in the dark suit—the man who had changed everything that summer night—stared at him with eyes like cold glass. "It was like something being dragged," Elias said,