Whispers Between The Walls

med of

scream, but the ocean took my voice, and when I turned to run, I saw him. Standing

sp, fingers tang

the curtains. Rain whispered outside like it hadn't stopped all night. I rolle

st the ones

know wh

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ast wa

dlelight, and the kind of tension that didn't come from hunger. Everyone looke

h a muffin and an apology for fallin

watching me stir my tea. "

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about but can't stop thinking about' look." She

n't a

she wasn

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aded windows and ancient oak shelves that smelled like dust and arguments.

ying Macbeth

trayal. These are not just literary devices. These are h

that was a warnin

ass, someone slipped i

im there. That calm energy

once, twice,

down at my note

op of my page, in handw

mad. He just st

and didn't

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ws, like God had cracked open a secret just a little. I wandered outside instead of ea

rmed. Vines coiled too perfectly up the sides of stone towers. Benche

a corner

he was

n a stone ledge ove

when I approached. Just tilted his head

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tices when

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reful not to look at

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not what

thout pity. As if I was something delica

one who expects the

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sketchbook

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ont of a wall. One hand pressed again

in the stone-were faces.

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t the ones I can't

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the four houses. It was something about tradition versus inno

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all, I found myself standing near the windows, watching rain bead a

stepped

ke it here

to turn to k

of clean soap and old book

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re that's a

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replied. "Bu

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d him wa

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ndows, and the rain picked

quiet, the bed too stiff, my chest t

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