The Wistful Silence

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The door closes behind you. It is a heavy sound. Final. You stand in the hallway of the Ministry, the floor cold under your boots. Your sword is gone. Not stolen. Confiscated. The black scabbard sits in a box on the desk of Director Halloway, a relic of a time before the budget cuts, before the wars, before the silence. You look at the empty sheath on your hip. The leather is worn smooth by...

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