The Wistful Silence

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The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a persistent, grey veil that soaked into the bones of the valley and turned the mud into a substance that clung to the boots of the men with a tenacious, sucking hunger. Elias stood at the edge of the tree line, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that had seen three winters of service and none of the peace he had promised himself. He was a man...

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