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I fold the silence into squares and stack them on the cedar desk. No visitors today— The wind slides its cold palm along the high stone wall, as the candle gutters low in a pool of its own wax. ​I have locked the heavy doors and swallowed the key, leaving the courtyard empty for the snow to write its name across the dark.