The Pale Echo
The carriage wheels groaned against the frozen earth, a sound like the cracking of old bones, as Thomas Ashworth descended from the vehicle into the biting mist that clung to the valley floor like a shroud. He was a man who had learned long ago that silence was not empty, but full, heavy with the weight of things unsaid, and he carried that weight now in the hollow of his chest where his heart...
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