In this quiet place, a fumbled board game piece rings out like a gunshot. In a life that’s purposely kept silent-a world perpetually underscored by nothing more than soft huffs of breeze through the tree boughs and the whispers of bare feet on sand-the slightest blunder can sound cacophonous.
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