The Wistful Silence

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2026-08-18 07:31:21 -

The rain hits the cobblestones. It is cold. You are standing at the gate. Your mother is inside. She is holding the door. She does not look at you. Her hands are white. She grips the wood. The wood groans. You look down at your feet. You are wearing the blue coat. It is old. It is thin. The wool is worn gray at the elbows. You bought it at the market. It cost two silver pieces. You have only...

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