The Wistful Silence

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The rain had been falling since before dawn, a persistent, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of the lane into slick mirrors reflecting the dim gaslight of the streetlamp above, and Thomas stood in the doorway of the cottage, his hand resting on the cold iron of the doorframe, feeling the dampness seep through the wool of his uniform until it clung to his skin like a second, heavier self,...

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