The Wistful Silence

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You dream of the rain. It falls in sheets of silver, cold and relentless, washing the dust from the cobblestones of a town that no longer exists. Or perhaps it does exist. You cannot tell. The water is alive. It whispers against your skin, a language you once knew by heart but have since forgotten. You are standing in the center of the square, barefoot. The cold bites. You do not shiver. You...

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