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The moon was hanging in the sky, a baleful eye in the darkness. Its cold blue light touched the edges of the gravestones around her, sending their long, solemn shadows across the dew-wet grass in perfect rank and file, reminding her of an army standing watchful and still.
A grim, motionless army.
The air was heavy with their silence.
Silence comes in many forms, and no two are quite the same. The silence of an empty playground, where, if you listen hard you might hear the echoes of children's laughter reaching to you across the gulf of time, is different from the comforting silence you feel while sitting in an empty church. The silence of an abandoned building, crumbling and decrepit, is different from the silence of the courtroom when it is left empty after all the words have been spoken, all the motions argued, and all the objections made.
This silence was different from any other.
It was the silence of death.
Not just the lack of sound, but the very absence of it, a haunting, brooding silence with a very special weight all its own. Those who have lost loved ones know this silence well, for it sits patiently in the dark corners of rooms that were once filled with life and steals forth when the living return, creeping out to rest quietly beneath the sheets beside them as they lie awake far into the night.
Feeling this silence all about her, Kate grew afraid.
Without knowing why, she began to run, slipping in and out between the graves as she raced desperately across the wet grass. Her heart was thumping wildly and the need to scream rose dangerously in her throat.