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... ide the sealed cave, gathered around a campfire so small it might as well have been nonexistent.
No one spoke for a while, but the silence was still comfortable.
I had never experienced a silence like that before — where the quiet didn’t feel like an absence, but a presence.
The faint crackle of the fire, the occasional drip of water from the moss-covered ceiling, and the slow rhythm of our breaths — all of it was calming.
Juliana, like a moody cat, sat a bit fart ...
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