The War Inside My Own
Colson POV The door didn’t slam when Ezra left. It never did. It closed slowly. Deliberately. With the quiet certainty of something that did not need force to be obeyed. That was always Ezra’s way. Violence was easy. Violence was crude. Violence was what lesser predators relied on when they lacked confidence in their control. Ezra didn’t need violence to prove ownership. He needed silence. Silence did the work for him. Silence allowed the mind to fill in the blanks. Silence forced you to sit with yourself. And right now… Silence was tearing me apart. I stood exactly where he had left me, in the center of the underground chamber, surrounded by flickering torchlight and iron and fear. The air was thick with it. Fear had weight. It pressed into my lungs, coated my tongue, crawled
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