The Wistful Silence

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The bell rang at noon. It was a dull, heavy sound that seemed to come from the earth itself rather than the tower. I stood by the window of the bakery. Flour dusted my apron. It clung to the sweat on my brow. My hands were white. I wiped them on my cloth. The cloth was already gray. Outside, the town of Oakhaven slept. The stone streets were wet from the morning rain. The air smelled of wet...

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