The Wistful Silence

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The rain stopped at dawn. I stood on the ridge, the mud sucking at my boots, and watched the mist peel away from the valley below. It was a clean break. No wind to push it. Just the silence, heavy and wet, settling over the land like a shroud. I turned to look at the camp. Empty. The tents were gone. Only the stakes remained, biting into the earth. "Are you coming, Thomas?" I did not turn. I...

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