The Wistful Silence

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The rain fell upon the city of Oakhaven not as water, but as a fine, gray ash that settled into the crevices of the cobblestones and the hollows of the weary, turning the afternoon into a perpetual, bruised twilight where the bells of the cathedral did not ring but seemed to thump against the inside of the chest like a trapped bird. Thomas Bradshaw, a man whose shoulders had long since...

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