The Weight of Silences
The Weight of Silences I. The diner stood off Route 9, three miles from the nearest town, surrounded by pine trees that blocked out everything except sky and fog. Inside, the fluorescent lights buzzed like trapped insects, and the vinyl booths were cracked open in places that showed the yellow foam beneath, old and brittle as dead leaves. Ruth sat in the corner booth with a burger in one hand...
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