The Wistful Silence

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2026-08-19 14:59:56 -

The rain fell on the iron roof of the sanatorium with a sound like tearing silk, a relentless, metallic weeping that had been going on for three days without pause. Margaret sat by the window, her hands folded tightly in her lap, the knuckles white against the dark wool of her dress. Outside, the mist clung to the valley below, erasing the world in a gray smear that made the horizon look like a...

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