The Wistful Silence

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You wake with the taste of rust in your mouth. It is a bad taste. Metal. Old blood. You spit it out. It hits the stone floor. A dark spot. You ignore it. The cell is cold. Not the cold of winter. Not the cold of death. It is a dry cold. A hungry cold. It eats the warmth from your bones. You shiver. You wrap your coat tighter. The coat is thin. It is made of wool. It smells of dampness and...

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