You do not remember when the silence started, only that it grew in the hollow of your throat like a stone, heavy and cold, settling deep into the marrow of your chest. You are walking through the corridor, the floorboards groaning beneath your boots, the air thick with the scent of beeswax and old parchment, and you carry the jar in your hands. It is glass, thick and green, filled with a...
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