The Wistful Silence

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The rain did not fall. It hung. A thick, gray curtain stretched from the roofline of the clinic to the pavement, a solid wall of water that turned the world outside into a smear of mud and rust. Inside, the air smelled of antiseptic, old paper, and the metallic tang of fear. Margaret stood by the window. She watched the droplets. They were perfect. They were still. They were waiting....

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