Tere, Aleksander
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Sometimes the darkness is full of sounds, the old house, the wind blows the sounds of the night through the cracks. Then again, some evenings will be as quiet as the whole weather holding your breath. Even then, it feels better to be out of breath for a while. You just sit in silence, Alexander, trying to catch the rhythm of silence and adjust your breathing accordingly, no more voices can enter the circle of silence.
Something, however, the silence is suddenly disturbed. Strange feet rub the doormat outside, hard, hesitant, long. It is the year 2066.
