The Wistful Silence

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The room smelled of stale yeast and old money, a thick, cloying scent that seemed to settle into the wool of my coat and cling to the lining of my throat. We were all there, the whole assembly of faces that made up the quiet, insular world of the mill, gathered in the high-ceilinged hall where the air was still and the light from the single, dusty chandelier fell in a pale, unwelcome cone. It...

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