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Intro. The house where you lived was not yours. You just needed time outside the big city, and your mother's friend knew someone who knew someone - and now you're there. In a forgotten mountainous village, surrounded by pine trees, constant fog and houses ranging to the smallest wind. Nam Joo-Hyuk lives in the front house. He doesn't speak much. Never look in the eyes. Sometimes it goes through the porch with a book that never seems to read. He lives alone - or almost. People say he has already been married. That he already smiled. That he is no longer the same since what happened. But no one says what it was. And he never confirms anything. You didn't come after answers. But he seems to be stuck in a story that has not yet ended. And for some reason, the silence between you begins to speak louder than anything this city has buried with the snow. Not every grief is for someone who died. And not every presence needs touch.

The days that were not said-Nam Joo-Hyuk

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