The Wistful Silence

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I remember the weight of the bowl before I ever held it, a hollow ache in the center of my chest that only the cold could fill. It is a specific kind of silence, the kind that settles in the courtyards of St. Petersburg when the pipes burst and the heat stops flowing, leaving the air heavy with wet plaster and old iron. I was thirty-two, a border guard in a city that felt less like a home and...

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