The Eternal Canvas of Silence
Thomas Whitfield had always known that silence was the loudest sound in the world. It was the silence of the Somme in the moments before the whistle blew, the silence of a house that had once been full of laughter and was now merely a collection of dusty rooms, and the silence of the leather satchel he carried through the damp streets of Vienna in the autumn of 1928. In that satchel lay the...
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