The Wistful Silence

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The ink on the form was still wet when the hum started, a low vibration that rattled the fillings in your teeth. You looked up from the pension application, the document that represented twenty years of your life, and stared at the stone wall of the Blackwood Port Authority vault. The air was thick, heavy with the smell of damp wool and old paper, but the sound was not in the air; it was in the...

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