The Wistful Silence

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2026-08-18 19:32:29 -

In the dream, the sky was the color of bruised plums, a heavy, suffocating violet that pressed down upon the slate roof of the house where Thomas Whitmore lay sleeping, though he did not know it was sleep until the sound of breaking glass pierced the silence. It was not the sharp, clear ring of a windowpane, but a dull, wet fracture, like the cracking of a dried riverbed in a heat that had...

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