The Wistful Silence

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The hammer stopped. Silence rushed in. It filled the room like water filling a cracked hull. Cold. Heavy. Arthur stood by the workbench. His hands were still. Dust settled on his shoulders. Gray flakes. Like ash. He looked at the door. "Are you leaving?" he asked. No voice came back. Just the tick of the clock. *Tick.* *Tick.* The air was thick. It tasted of iron and old oil. The smell of the...

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