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Chapter 113: Silence of the Horizon
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... could be. Half-empty plates, wine stains spreading across the cloth, bread torn by impatient hands. The smell of roasted lamb clung to the air, mixed with garlic, spices, and the sweetness of pastries still waiting in the kitchen. Children laughed too loud, sugar making them restless, while the adults spoke over one another in tangled conversations that had no beginning or end.
It was New Year’s Eve.
The television glowed in the corner, half-muted, showing celebrations from acro ...
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