The Wistful Silence

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The rain fell in sheets against the soot-blackened windows of the tenement on Sallow Street, a relentless drumming that seemed to echo the hollow ache in Silas Thorne’s ribs. He stood in the doorway of the basement workshop, his hands stained with the grease of the loom, watching the water cascade down the glass in thick, distorted rivers. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool...

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