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... — just reminded you of how much space there was between walls.
Billy lay in bed, the sheets unfamiliar. The ceiling above him too smooth, too polished.
The hum of distant traffic leaked through the half-open window, but it only made the silence sharper.
He turned onto his side, facing the window.
City lights blinked far below — cars moving like fireflies. Nothing like the still, dark nights in the village... where the only sound was the wind through the trees, or ...
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