The Wistful Silence

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The air in the basement of the old Larkspur house did not smell of damp or mildew, as one might expect from a space buried so deep beneath the New England earth, but of ozone and burnt sugar, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a bad memory. I had been coming here for three days, not to investigate a crime, for I was no detective in the traditional sense, but to investigate a...

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