The Wistful Silence

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The whistle shrieked, a jagged tear in the grey morning air of 1912, and you woke to the silence that followed, a silence so heavy it pressed against your eardrums like deep water. You sat up in the narrow bed, your heart hammering against your ribs in a frantic, arrhythmic thud, and looked at Clara, who lay still as a stone, her face pale and waxy, her hands resting on the quilt with a...

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