The Wistful Silence

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"You eat like a man who’s already dead," Sergeant Miller said. He didn’t look up from his map. The paper was yellowed, soft at the folds, smelling of damp wool and old tobacco. I sat across from him in the dim light of the station house. The clock on the wall ticked with a heavy, wooden thud. *Thud. Thud. Thud.* I looked at the plate in front of me. It was simple. A slab of salt pork, hard as...

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