The Faded Guest
The silence in the basement of St. Jude’s Institute for the Deaf and Dumb was not an absence of sound, but a presence, thick and wet as the damp rising off the flagstones. It was a silence that had teeth. I sat at the long oak table, my hands folded, watching the dust motes dance in the single shaft of light that pierced the high, barred window. Outside, the industrial heartbeat of the city...
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