The Wistful Silence

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2026-08-21 10:29:53 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a cold, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the road. I walked with my hands in my pockets, the wet wool of my coat clinging to my skin. The mud sucked at my boots with a rhythmic, wet sound. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. It was the only sound for miles. No birds. No wind. Just the mud and the silence that pressed against my eardrums. I was a...

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