wisps

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Suddenly, the sounds that had troubled him when he was asleep were no more, leaving him with nothing but an eerie quiet that was the loudest thing he’d ever heard. It was everywhere, the sound of nothing. The sound of nothing carried the wind that howled, it muffled the occasional cracking sounds that hung near the ground like wisps of late summer fog. They seemed to come in waves, the cracking sounds.

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