The Wistful Silence

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2026-08-22 17:09:12 -

The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, cold sheet that turned the gutters of the city into rushing streams and made the air smell of wet wool and diesel. I counted the hours in the municipal office, marking them with the scratch of my pen on the intake form, because counting was the only thing that kept my hands from shaking. I needed the visa extension, and the extension required...

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