| 33 | The Gentle Ones

◈ Celia ◈

I sit at the kitchen table, staring at the milk tea I made for myself an hour ago. My fingers hug the still warm mug, finding comfort in the simple heat against my palms. The liquid has cooled to lukewarm, but I haven’t taken a sip.

The house is quiet around me—the kind of deep silen...

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