The Wistful Silence

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The air in the basement office of the Whitmore & Sons textile mill did not smell of cotton or dye, but of wet stone and old fear. It was a smell that had seeped into the very pores of the walls over decades, a dampness that clung to your skin like a second, heavier garment. You sat in the corner, your knees drawn up to your chest, watching the dust motes dance in the single beam of light that...

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