The Wistful Silence

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The bird was still in the cage. It sat on the perch. It did not sing. It did not die. It just was. Elias looked at it. He looked at the wall. He looked at the clock. The hands moved. Slowly. Painfully. He was fifty-four. His hands were shaking. Not from cold. From time. Time was a thief. It took everything. It took the strength in his legs. It took the sharpness of his mind. It took the years...

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