The Wistful Silence

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The frost lay thick on the heather, a white silence that swallowed the sound of your boots as you walked the ridge line. You were walking because walking was the only way to keep the stillness from eating you alive. The wind came off the moor in long, low moans, a sound that felt less like air and more like a physical weight pressing against your chest, demanding you yield, demanding you stop....

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