The Sound Before the Silence
She stood at the edge of the empty pool and heard them for the first time. Or perhaps she had always heard them and only now, with the water drained and the marble basin stark as a bone, could she distinguish them from the wind. Faint, distant sounds. Not quite clicks. Not quite whistles. Something between, something that seemed to come from below the house where the cliffs dropped to the sea,...
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