The Wistful Silence

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The cold in the cell did not bite; it seeped, a slow and viscous liquid that filled the marrow of your bones until you felt less like a man made of blood and breath and more like a statue carved from the very grey stone that enclosed you. You sat on the floor, your back against the damp wall, and watched the dust motes dance in the single shaft of pale light that pierced the high, barred...

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