The Wistful Silence

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2026-08-18 10:32:42 -

The chair was broken. Not snapped, not shattered, but worn. The wood had softened under the weight of years. The velvet had pilled. The armrests were bare. It sat in the corner of the office. It faced the door. It did not face the window. Eleanor sat in it. She did not move. Her hands rested on her lap. They were still. They were clean. They had washed the blood off hours ago. Or maybe days....

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