The Wistful Silence

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The knife was already in my hand before I understood that it was a knife, or that the thing on the table was meat, or that the silence in the room was not empty but heavy, thick as the blood that pooled now across the white linen cloth, spreading out in a slow, viscous tide that swallowed the light of the single tallow candle burning in the corner. I am Thomas Bradshaw, or I was, before the...

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