The Wistful Silence

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The letter in my hand weighed less than a single copper penny, yet it felt heavier than the badge I had worn for twenty-two years. I stood at the edge of the square, counting the cracks in the cobblestones beneath my boots to keep my hands from trembling. There were forty-three cracks before the fountain, a number I had memorized during my long walks when the town slept. I needed to file this...

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