The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the windows of the old house into blurred mirrors of the world outside, and you stand in the center of the kitchen, holding the ceramic bowl in your hands, feeling the cold seep through the glaze into your bones, knowing that this is the moment the truth will finally crack open, not with a bang, but with the quiet,...
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