A Silence of Three Parts - Patrick Rothfuss
It was night again. The Waystone Inn lay in silence, and it was a silence of three parts. The most obvious part was a hollow, echoing quiet, made by things that were lacking. If there had been a steady rain it would have drummed against the roof, sluiced the eaves, and washed the silence slowly out to sea. If there had been music... but no, of course there was no music. In fact there were none of these things, and so the silence remained.
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