The Wistful Silence

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The snow had stopped. It lay thick on the cobblestones. White and silent. A heavy blanket. I walked fast. My boots crunched. The sound was sharp. It echoed in the narrow street. The air bit my face. Cold and dry. It felt like a needle. I carried a box. It was heavy. Wooden. Iron-banded. It scraped against my hip. I did not look down. I knew what was inside. I knew what it meant. The shop was...

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