The Wistful Silence

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The reprimand was pinned to the door with a rusted tack, the paper yellowed and brittle, smelling of damp stone and old authority. You read it twice, the words blurring in the gray light of the alleyway. Unprofessional distraction. Inappropriate attachment to obsolete municipal property. The signature at the bottom was crisp, angular, belonging to Chief Inspector Harrow, a man who viewed the...

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