The Wistful Silence

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The train to the coast was a long, rattling metal box that smelled of stale tobacco and damp wool, and Dr. Arthur Penhaligon sat in the corner seat, his knees pressed tight against the small table, clutching a leather-bound notebook that felt heavier with every mile. He was a man who had spent thirty years dissecting the architecture of human grief, writing dry, precise papers on the neurology...

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