Silence fell like a hammer made of feathers. It left holes in the shape of the sound of the sea. — Terry Pratchett, Nation
Silence fell like a hammer made of feathers. It left holes in the shape of the sound of the sea. — Terry Pratchett, Nation
Silence fell like a hammer made of feathers. It left holes in the shape of the sound of the sea. — Terry Pratchett, Nation
Silence fell like a hammer made of feathers. It left holes in the shape of the sound of the sea. — Terry Pratchett, Nation
Silence fell like a hammer made of feathers. It left holes in the shape of the sound of the sea. — Terry Pratchett, Nation
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Silence fell like a hammer made of feathers. It left holes in the shape of the sound of the sea.

— Terry Pratchett, Nation
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