The Wistful Silence

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2026-08-19 06:42:09 -

The rain hit the cobblestones. It was a heavy, grey sheet. It did not stop. It had not stopped for three days. The city of Oakhaven was a lung. It breathed in the mist. It exhaled the cold. Thomas stood by the window. His hands were still. They were rough. They were scarred. He wore the coat. It was black wool. It was heavy. It smelled of lavender and old smoke. It was his mother’s. She had...

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