The Wistful Silence

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The glass beads on my sister’s necklace clicked against the mahogany desk of the regional office, a sound so sharp and specific in the sterile air that it felt less like jewelry and more like the cracking of a small, frozen lake under the weight of a heavy boot. I was sitting in the visitor’s chair, the vinyl warm and sticky against my thighs, watching Eleanor hold the strand in her fingers...

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