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... d the others returned to the rickety house, which was on the verge of collapse. The rain continued to fall with an almost ritualistic insistence, as if the earth itself wanted to drown the pain that had been sown there.
They walked in silence, slowly, covered in mud, while the stench of the soggy field enveloped their senses.
When they reached the old apple tree, the sound of the world seemed to fade away.
There were no screams. No sobs. Only the monotonous sound of rain ...
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