The Wistful Silence

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The smell of rotting apples hung in the air, thick and cloying, masking the scent of the lye soap that had once defined the cleanliness of your shop. You sat in the center of the stone floor, your hands stained a deep, unnatural violet from the dye vats, watching the water level in the great cask slowly rise. It was not rain that filled the cellar, nor the burst pipe of a leaky roof, but a...

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