The Wistful Silence

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2026-08-19 08:47:50 -

The soup was cold. I stirred it. The spoon hit the bottom of the bowl. It made a sharp, thin sound. I looked at the clock. It was three in the morning. The rain hit the window. It sounded like static. I was alone in the kitchen. The house was quiet. My mother was in the next room. I could hear her breathing. It was shallow. It was wet. I went to the door. I knocked. No one answered. I opened...

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