The Wistful Silence

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The parish of San Vito perched on the loess cliffs like a broken tooth, its white walls stained by the river’s silt. Below, the coal tipple groaned under the weight of the morning shift, a mechanical beast exhaling black dust into the summer air. Elvira Sabella stood at the edge of the quarry, holding a cracked obsidian mirror that weighed more than her arm should bear. She was twenty-four,...

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