The Wistful Silence

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You wake. The taste is copper. It coats your tongue. Thick. Metallic. Sweet. You are in the bedchamber. The air is still. The moonlight cuts the room in half. One side dark. One side silver. You lie in the dark. Your eyes are open. You see the ceiling. The plaster is cracked. Like dry earth. Like old bones. You are a scholar. You know the words for this. Petrichor. Ozone. Rust. But the taste is...

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