The Wistful Silence

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The rain against the windowpane was a relentless, rhythmic drumming that seemed to synchronize with the throbbing in my temples, a wet, gray pulse that turned the world outside the study into a smear of charcoal and ash. I sat in the high-backed leather chair, the one that had belonged to my father and before him to his father, its upholstery cracked and worn soft in the exact shape of a man...

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