The Wistful Silence

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Jaber remembered the sound of the first crack, a dry snap like a branch breaking under heavy snow, echoing long after the physical pain had faded into a dull, throbbing ache in his wrist. He stood now in the shadow of the Atlas peaks, the rain finding every hole in the roof of his small stone house, the water dripping onto the floor with a rhythmic, accusatory persistence that mirrored the beat...

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