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... silence again.
The silence in the air seemed so profound that even the sound of a needle dropping on the ground could be heard.
A wall clock hung on a nearby wall. The tik-tok of the second hand was magnified numerous times by the quietness. Their faint breaths stood out conspicuously against this backdrop.
Charlotte Thompson leaned against the wall behind the bench, with obvious exhaustion showing on her face; fatigue had also seeped into her eyes.
She yawned an ...
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