The Wistful Silence

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The steam from the boiler room curls up into the cellar like a ghost that has forgotten how to leave, thick and white and tasting of rusted iron and wet coal, and you stand there in the dark, the water dripping from your hair onto the cobblestones, feeling the cold seep into the marrow of your bones, a cold that has nothing to do with the temperature and everything to do with the weight of the...

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