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... eavier.
It wasn’t because the stars stayed longer or the morning came late, but because the silence itself had grown deep and heavy, like wet soil after rain.
The usual sounds of the city—chariots returning home, temple bells ringing, and jackals crying far away—slowly faded, leaving behind a quietness inside the charioteer’s small house.
Inside, dim oil lamps gave off a soft, flickering light, showing the simple mud walls marked by time. The air felt heavy, as if somethi ...
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