The Wistful Silence

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The wind off the reservoir had a metallic taste to it, a cold, rusted tang that settled in the back of my throat and stayed there, a physical weight that seemed to anchor me to the dock as the sun began its slow, agonizing descent into the pines, casting long, bruised shadows across the water that looked less like reflections and more like the tangled roots of some buried, rotting thing. I...

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