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... ere was no light.
No darkness, either.
Just... silence.
Not the kind that presses down on your chest like guilt, or the one that rings in your ears after a scream.
This was a different silence. One that felt like the world had paused — not broken, not dead — just... resting.
Maybe I was, too.
For the first time in a long time, there was no voice whispering at the edges of my mind, no buried scream crawling up my throat.
No mocking laughter ...
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