The Wistful Silence

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The steam from the radiator hissed a low, continuous note in the corner of the room, a sound like a snake dying in the dark. I had not slept in three days. My eyes felt gritty, as if sand had been poured into the sockets, and the air in the cellar office tasted of wet wool and old paper. It was a place we had rented just for the winter, a single room beneath the cobbles of a brick warehouse in...

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