The Wistful Silence

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2026-08-21 16:01:08 -

The frost on the windowpane of the infirmary was not merely ice, but a living map of the winter that had settled into your bones, a white webbing that held the cold in place like a spider’s silk holds a fly, and you watched it thicken while the silence in the room grew heavy, dense as wet wool, pressing against your eardrums with a weight that made the air feel thick enough to chew. You were...

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