The Wistful Silence

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Act I The looms in the silk town clattered from dawn to dusk, a rhythmic industry of thread and tension that defined the valley’s pulse. I was Silvio Marino, thirty-two, a well-digger who dowsed by rumor rather than rod, and I stood at the ferry queue in the rain, my boots sinking into the mud of fifty-eight of Widow's Landing. My father had died three months ago, leaving me a pension dependent...

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