The Wistful Silence

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The rain does not fall so much as it descends, a slow, deliberate weeping from a sky the color of old slate, blurring the boundary between the earth and the air until the world is nothing but a gray, breathing mist. You are walking. You have been walking for what feels like years, though the sun has only risen twice and set twice in the time you can truly remember. Your boots are heavy, caked...

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