The Wistful Silence

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a steady, hollow rhythm against the tin roof of the mill, a sound that had become the only constant in Arthur’s life. He sat on the floor of the small, damp room above the machinery, his back against the cold brick. His hands were still. They were always still now, except when they moved to pull the collar of his coat tighter, or to wipe the...

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