The Faded Guest
The silence in the valley of Oakhaven was not an absence of sound, but a presence, a thick, viscous substance that coated the tongue and settled in the lungs, a physical weight that demanded to be acknowledged by those who had the sensitivity to hear the hum of the earth’s deep, tectonic groans beneath the soil, a vibration that most dismissed as the settling of old foundations or the wind...
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