The Wistful Silence
The dream began not with a sound, but with the sensation of weight, a heavy, woolen blanket draped over the shoulders of Elias Thorne, a man who had spent the last forty years listening to the quiet, terrible truths of the town of Oakhaven and writing them down in a ledger that no one else was permitted to see. In the dream, the blanket was his wife, Martha, not the woman he had buried three...
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