The Wistful Silence

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The rain fell upon the slate roofs of Oakhaven with a persistence that felt less like weather and more like a slow, gray burial, washing the dust from the cobbles but unable to cleanse the air of the heavy, metallic scent that had settled over the town since the old mill stopped turning its great wooden wheels three weeks prior, a silence so profound it seemed to press against the eardrums of...

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