The Wistful Silence

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The rain fell in sheets. Black. Heavy. It drummed on the tin roof of the station. Thomas stood in the rain. He did not run. He held his cap low. The water soaked through. Cold. It clung to his skin like a second coat. A wet, heavy thing. He was a man of the law. Or so they said. The badge was gone. Lost. Or taken. It did not matter. The rain washed it away. He looked at the street. Empty. Wet....

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