The Wistful Silence

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The hammer head hung suspended above the glass, the steel cold against your palm, the wood of the handle worn smooth by years of your grip. You did not swing it. You stood in the cellar, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and old wool, and listened to the silence that was not empty but full, a pressure against your eardrums. Above you, the manor house held its breath. The floorboards...

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