The Wistful Silence

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2026-08-20 10:33:52 -

The glass broke. Not shattered. Just broke. A clean fracture. Like a bone. Like a promise. I stood in the cellar. The air was thick. Damp. Smelled of iron. And old wood. My hands trembled. Not from cold. From guilt. The mirror lay in pieces. On the concrete floor. Shards of my face. Smiling. Mocking. I am not a monster. I am a builder. I built this place. Brick by brick. Stone by stone. The...

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