The Wistful Silence

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The air in the mill smelled of wet wool and iron. It was a sharp scent. I remembered it well. We lived in the shadow of the textile works. The buildings were grey. The sky was grey. My brother Thomas was the only color. He wore red shirts. They were bright. Too bright for the place. He laughed often. The laugh was loud. It echoed off the brick. It felt wrong to me. It felt like a crack in the...

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