The Wistful Silence

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2026-08-18 22:10:32 -

The mirror in the antechamber did not show a face. It showed a fracture. I stood before it, hands clasped at my waist, fingers interlaced so tightly the knuckles turned white. The glass was old, thick with age, and it trembled. Not with the wind. The wind was outside. The glass trembled because I was trembling. In this court, time was not a line. It was a weight. It sat on the shoulders of...

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