The Wistful Silence
The door is heavy. It is made of oak. It does not open easily. You stand before it. Your hand is on the handle. The metal is cold. You know what is inside. You have always known. The walls are thin. The air is stale. It smells of old paper and dust. It smells of time. "You are late," the voice says. It comes from behind the door. It is a soft voice. It is the voice of Thomas. You know it well....
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