The Wistful Silence
Leitrim in the aftermath of the spring was a place of standing stones and leased futures, where the heat made noon a physical weight that pressed the air out of the lungs. The call center floors hummed with the low drone of headsets, a thousand voices speaking in unison about insurance claims and internet upgrades, while outside the dust settled on the windbreaks. Declan Lenehan stood in the...
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