The Wistful Silence

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The rain does not fall so much as it dissolves, a gray and endless sleet that blurs the iron boundaries of the precinct house and the world outside, a constant, wet whispering that has seeped into the marrow of your bones since you first donned the uniform in this industrial city of smoke and soot, where the air tastes of copper and burnt coal and the light is always the color of a bruised...

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