The Wistful Silence

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The hall smelled of damp wool and cheap wine. Thomas stood by the pillar, holding a glass he did not drink. The air was thick. It pressed against his skin. Around him, the town breathed. It was a heavy, industrial breath. Steam hissed from the vents above. The lights flickered, yellow and sickly. He watched the women. They moved like ghosts in the mist. Their dresses were dark. Heavy fabrics....

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