The Faded River
You will remember the sound of the silence in the study, how it was not empty but heavy, a physical weight pressing against your eardrums like the depth of a flooded cellar, and you will wonder if the air itself has turned to ash, settling on the spines of the books that line the walls, those towering sentinels of knowledge that once held the world together for you but now stand as witnesses to...
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