The Wistful Silence

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The soup was boiling over, a white foam creeping across the rim of the blackened pot with the slow, inevitable persistence of a tide that knows no shore, and Julian, whose hands were trembling so violently that he could barely keep the wooden spoon from slipping, watched the liquid rise and rise until it threatened to swallow the stove, his mother standing just behind him, her back turned to...

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