The Wistful Silence
The smell hits you before you see him, a sharp, metallic tang like the air right before a lightning strike, clinging to the back of your throat and making your eyes water. You are standing in the lobby of the Millbrook Municipal Building, holding a file folder that contains the only proof your wife, Sarah, ever left behind, and you are here to ask for its return before the town’s centennial...
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