The Wistful Silence

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2026-08-21 11:18:36 -

The rain stopped just as the ambulance left. It was a sudden cessation, like a held breath finally released. I stood on the porch, the wood damp and cold under my bare feet. The garden was a mess of mud and broken stems. My hands were shaking. I looked at the box in my arms. It was small. A shoebox, really. But it held everything. My name is Arthur. I am seventy years old. I have spent the last...

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