@thespiritmediumsoldier
Those who do not speak have the luxury of being excellent listeners. Quiet hears everything, even hushed whispers of the destruction of a certain military faction -- swept deftly under the rug though it was. Back then, she even thought she’d heard her heart stutter.
The years since she’d last spoken were long -- seemingly endless -- and she’d discovered by a fluke that she was no longer spreading her sickness during one of them. She forgets which one. Still, Quiet doesn’t take chances.
And because she doesn’t speak, because she listens, because she is never in one place for too long, she is privy to another rumor whilst traveling through a small town: there is a spirit medium who works at the local bookstore. He is shockingly accurate, apparently...
...It’s getting late by the time she enters. She’s older now -- nearing her 60′s -- but her skin ages her slow and traps her ravaged body somewhere in its late 20′s. She’s always known she was no longer human, but the slowing of time certainly drives the point across.
Spying the shop’s proprietor, Quiet hastily tugs a worn pad of paper from a bag at her side and begins to scribble. She shows him the page.
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