The Wistful Silence

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The rain hit the pavement in hard, staccato bursts. Tap. Tap. Tap. It was a rhythmic thing. A heartbeat outside the window. Arthur sat in the chair. The leather creaked under his weight. He did not move. He had not moved in an hour. The room was cold. The radiator clicked. It ticked. It stopped. Silence returned. It was a thick kind of silence. The kind that has weight. The kind that presses...

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