The Wistful Silence

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The mud gave way. That was the first thing. Not the sound of the scream, nor the flash of the flare, but the earth itself deciding to swallow me whole. I sank to my knees in the slurry of the garden, the damp cold seeping through the wool of my trousers. The garden. It was no longer a garden. It was a crater. A bowl of black clay and broken roots. I looked up. The house stood there. The...

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