The Wistful Witness

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The rain did not fall so much as it invaded, a cold, grey sheet that blurred the distinction between the windowpane and the world beyond, a persistent, wet erasure of the boundary between the self and the storm, a deluge that seeped into the very marrow of the house, into the cracks of the foundation, into the silence that hung heavy and thick in the air, a silence that was not empty but full,...

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