The Wistful Silence

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The morning mist clung to the iron railings of the bridge like a shroud that had been washed and hung out to dry, a spectral gray that swallowed the jagged teeth of the industrial city below and rendered the waking world into a blurred, monochromatic sketch of our own making. I stood at the railing, my hands resting on the cold, vibrating metal, feeling the deep, rhythmic thrum of the machinery...

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