The Wistful Silence

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Act I In the high moor, the wind did not blow; it scraped, a constant, low-frequency vibration that settled in the teeth and the marrow. Homer Quimby stood on the corrugated tin roof of the fencing school, the brass surveyor’s compass in his left hand, its needle trembling violently against the glass, while in his right, he clutched a leather-bound journal that smelled of wet wool and old iron....

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