The Wistful Silence

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The brass buckle of my belt was cold, a heavy, rectangular thing that had seen twenty years of service, and I held it in my palm while I checked the tension, feeling the metal bite into my skin before I slid it back into place. It was the kind of cold that settled in the joints, the deep, damp chill of the borderlands in late October, where the fog rolled in from the river and swallowed the low...

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