The Wistful Silence

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The air in the valley hung heavy with the scent of wet stone and impending rain. It was a smell that clung to the wool of one’s cloak, a persistent reminder of the damp earth beneath. Here, the boundary between the living and the dead was thin as gossamer. The people of Oakhaven spoke little of it. They kept their heads down. They watched the sky with a wary, professional eye, cataloging the...

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