The Wistful Silence

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The scissors hung like a guillotine. Mara’s hands shook. Not from fear of the blade. From the heat. The iron in the hallway had been red for an hour. She pressed her thumb against the leather of her mother’s glove. It was warm. It was stiff. It fit her hand perfectly. It had always fit perfectly. "Cut it," said Elias. He stood by the window. The industrial fog rolled in from the river, thick...

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