The Wistful Silence

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The dream was made of rust and rain. Walter lay in the narrow cot. The wood groaned. He was not sleeping. He was waiting. The cell was stone. The air was thick. It smelled of damp wool and old blood. A single candle flickered. The light was orange. It danced on the walls. He held the object. It was small. A seed pod. Dark and hard. It looked like a knuckle. It looked like a tooth. It was from...

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