The Wistful Silence

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Chapter One "Are you certain the silverware is gone?" The Director’s voice was dry, like paper rubbing against stone. I stood in the interview room, the one-way glass reflecting my own pale face back at me. The air smelled of old dust and the sharp, metallic tang of the forge outside. I had sold the last of the family’s silver, the spoons my mother had polished for forty-two of Marsh Hollow, to...

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