The Wistful Silence

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The hum started in my molars. It was a low, thrumming vibration, like a cello string plucked in an empty room, and it only stopped when I stopped lying to myself. I sat on the edge of my bed in the cold apartment, the eviction notice crumpled in my fist, the paper damp with the sweat of my palm. Forty-two years old, twenty years on the force, and I was being evicted because the pension that was...

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