The Wistful Silence

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Act I The dawn queue stretched along the gravel shoulder of the industrial park, a gray ribbon of coats and breath where the cold had turned the air into something solid and heavy to carry. Here, the mining town of Kladno did not remember its past; it only processed the present, feeding bodies into the temp agency that stood like a concrete tooth in the birch forest, logged to the stump. I...

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