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... emed that way when noise still demanded attention.
They noticed it in the morning, when no one spoke for a long time—and nothing rushed to fill the gap. No plans. No commentary. No instinctive narration of what needed to happen next.
The woman felt it settle like fog, not obscuring, just softening edges. She packed her things slowly, deliberately, without announcing departure or intention.
The man watched the shoreline, listening.
“It’s louder,” he said finally. < ...
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