The Wistful Silence

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2026-08-19 05:58:53 -

The train cut through the fog. I sat in the corner. My coat was new. It was wool. It was gray. It was heavy. I had bought it for the funeral. Or perhaps for the trial. It was hard to tell the difference anymore. The city outside was a blur of gray light. I held a small box. It was velvet. It was red. It felt warm. Inside lay a single earring. It was pearl. It was white. It was small. It was...

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