The Wistful Silence

added blog Literature

2026-08-20 02:46:12 -

The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of Halloway into a slick, mirrored labyrinth of the town’s own decaying reflection. I sat in the back of my sedan, watching the water bead and slide down the window, each drop carrying the weight of the silence that had settled over my office, over my house, and most terrifyingly, over the mind of...

0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews