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  And finally, there was the third kind of quiet – the one that lay within each individual soul. It hung like a pall over the inn's empty rooms and corridors, heavy with unspoken thoughts and unvoiced longings. It clung to the walls like the chill of an unlit hearth, casting long, cold shadows across the floor.
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  In this silence, time itself seemed to slow almost to a standstill. The fire in the hearth burned steadily, casting flickering shadows upon the stone flags. But even its gentle crackle and pop sounded muffled, as if it too was hushed by some unspoken command. The only sound that broke the oppressive quiet came infrequently – the soft creak of an ancient beam settling deeper into the earth beneath, or the soft rasp of someone's ragged breathing in the darkness. Otherwise, all lay still and silent, waiting for something – anything – to shatter this suffocating hush. But as the moments ticked by like grains of sand trickling through an hourglass, there was no sound to break the silence. No sound at all.
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  And finally, there was the third kind of quiet – the one that lay within each individual soul. It hung like a pall over the inn's empty rooms and corridors, heavy with unspoken thoughts and unvoiced longings. It clung to the walls like the chill of an unlit hearth, casting long, cold shadows across the floor.
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  In this silence, time itself seemed to slow almost to a standstill. The fire in the hearth burned steadily, casting flickering shadows upon the stone flags. But even its gentle crackle and pop sounded muffled, as if it too was hushed by some unspoken command. The only sound that broke the oppressive quiet came infrequently – the soft creak of an ancient beam settling deeper into the earth beneath, or the soft rasp of someone's ragged breathing in the darkness. Otherwise, all lay still and silent, waiting for something – anything – to shatter this suffocating hush. But as the moments ticked by like grains of sand trickling through an hourglass, there was no sound to break the silence. No sound at all.