The Wistful Silence

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2026-08-17 11:38:24 -

The candle guttered. A thin, blue flame. It trembled in the draft of the high window. Elias sat in the dark. His hands were still. They rested on the velvet tablecloth. The fabric was cold. It absorbed the heat of his skin. He was a scholar of the old tongue. He had spent thirty years in this tower. The stones were thick. They swallowed sound. They swallowed time. He closed his eyes. He saw the...

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