The Wistful Silence

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I woke with the taste of iron and wet slate on my tongue, the air thick with a humidity that did not belong to the sterile, recycled atmosphere of the hospital ward. I was standing in the center of a vast, grey expanse, a field of low-lying fog that stretched out to a horizon I could not quite see. The light was flat, sourceless, and pale, casting no shadows but illuminating everything with a...

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