The Wistful Silence

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The rain against the slate roof of the keep was a constant, rhythmic drumming, a sound that had worn a groove into the mind of Sir Aldric Thorne over the forty years he had stood watch. It was the sound of duty, he had been told, but in the silence of his cell, which was less a room and more a hole in the stone, it sounded like the weeping of the earth. He sat on the floor, his knees drawn up,...

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