They were both silent for a moment, and the silence wound out around them and filled the kitchen, to be sliced into gentle pieces by the soft ticking of the clock.

Terry Pratchett at his most poetic. I love this line from Lords and Ladies. ๐Ÿ’ฌ

Stephen Pieper @stefp

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