The Wistful Silence

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The frost had not merely settled upon the village of Oakhaven; it had invaded it, a white, silent tide that crept up the windowpanes and into the marrow of the stone. It was a cold that did not kill, but preserved, turning the community into a diorama of suspended animation. Eleanor Whitmore stood at the head of the table in the parish hall, her hands folded tightly over the linen cloth, her...

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