The Wistful Silence

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2026-08-18 14:54:05 -

The fog did not roll in. It stood up. It rose from the blackened sludge of the harbor, thick and gray, smelling of sulfur and old rust. You watched it from the catwalk of the pumping station, your fingers white-knuckled on the cold iron railing. Below, the tide was out. The mudflats glistened under the jaundiced light of the gas lamps, a cracked mirror reflecting the skeletal spires of the...

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