The Wistful Silence

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2026-08-18 11:31:20 -

The rain hit the canvas roof of the wagon like a thousand small hammers. I kept my head down. I watched the mud splash against the wooden wheel. It spun. It stopped. It spun again. My hands were shaking. I held the leather strap tight. It cut into my palm. I did not let go. "Are you awake, Elias?" The voice came from the front seat. It was calm. Too calm. I looked up. Margaret sat in the...

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