The Wistful Silence

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The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a pervasive, wet presence that turned the cobblestones of the lower city into a slick, reflective mirror of the grey sky above, and Thomas Ashworth stood in the eye of this storm, his hands deep within the folds of his heavy woolen coat, feeling the cold seep through the fabric and settle into the marrow of his bones, a chill that had nothing to do...

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