The Wistful Silence

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Forty-seven of the Bellfounders' Walk was where the dry cold settled into the joints, a preservation that felt like a curse on the limestone. The valley market town hummed with the low, grinding rhythm of the railway division, segregated crews moving their heavy loads through the dust, while I stood in the shadow of the unfinished arch, my lapsed license pinned to my chest like a dead weight. I...

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