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•The Burden of Being Remembered•

The apartment had learned silence the way old wounds learn to stop bleeding—not because they had healed, but because they had forgotten how to cry.

The silence inside it was not natural. It did not belong to peace or rest. It was something constructed, something that had settled over time like dust that no one remembered to wipe away.

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