The Wistful Silence

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"Will you come with me?" The question hung in the damp air between us, suspended like a thread of spider silk that neither of us dared to touch. Clara stood at the edge of the cobblestone bridge, her fingers gripping the iron railing until her knuckles bleached white beneath the grey light of a November morning. I couldn't see her face from where I was—half a dozen steps back, wrapped in a...

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