The Wistful Witness

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Chapter One Did I ever truly own the silence? I stood in the rain-slicked square of the favela, the wet concrete biting into my shoes, my left hand trembling so violently I could barely grip the pen. The eviction notice for the old chapel lay on the table, the paper damp and soft. I needed to sign it. The city council voted at dawn, and I needed the deed secured before then. My joints ached, a...

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