The Wistful Silence

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I am the dirt. I am the ash. I am the rust in the gears of a world that stopped turning. They call it a prison. I call it a home. Here, the air tastes of copper and stale bread. We are many. We are few. We are the noise in the walls. We are the silence in the head. My name is Arthur. It is a name for a king. I am a beggar. I wear a shirt that is grey. It is grey because the soot is in it. It is...

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