The Wistful Silence

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The first thing I noticed was the smell. It was not the sharp, metallic tang of the iron filings that used to cling to my fingers, nor the damp, rotting scent of the cellar where I kept my tools. It was sweet. Cloying. Like overripe plums left in a jar of syrup for too long. It hung in the air of the town hall, a heavy, golden fog that seemed to choke the light coming through the high,...

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