The Wistful Silence

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I look back now, from the cold steel of the holding cell, to the day the hum first took hold of me. It was August, the wells in the harbor alleys had failed, and the heat lay on the city like a wet wool blanket. I was twenty-eight, a junior archivist at the Municipal Census Bureau, and I wanted only one thing: to publish my thesis on the Singing Vase. The vase sat in the basement vault, a...

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