The Wistful Silence

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The envelope was thick, the paper heavy and cream-colored, smelling faintly of the dust that always seemed to settle on the floor of the waiting room. I held it in my left hand, the one that trembled slightly from the cold seeping through my coat, and turned it over to read the date on the stamp. It was November the fourteenth, three days before the winter freeze that would close the border...

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