The Wistful Silence

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2026-08-18 19:06:39 -

The rain against the leaded panes of the old Ashworth estate sounded like a thousand small bones breaking against the glass, a persistent, rhythmic tapping that seemed to drill directly into the hollow space behind my sternum where my father’s name used to be, before the Ministry took him away and left only a void that smelled of wet wool and stale tea. I sat in the high-backed chair by the...

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