The Wistful Silence

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The fog did not roll in so much as it grew, a slow, calcifying exhalation that turned the valley floor into a gray, breathing lung where visibility dropped to the length of an outstretched arm. I held the deed in my left hand, the paper damp and soft as skin, and the voice of my father, dead these twelve years, began to hum in the marrow of my teeth, a low, resonant thrum that vibrated through...

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