The Wistful Silence

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The torches burned low. Smoke bit my throat. I held the shield. It was heavy. Iron. Rusted. Old. "Is it done?" I asked. My voice cracked. Dry. Like old leaves. "Almost," said Kael. He stood beside me. His armor clinked. A sharp sound. In the dark. It sounded wrong. Like a bone breaking. We were in the Hall of Echoes. Stone walls. High. Cold. Damp. The floor was slick with mud and blood. Who had...

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