The Wistful Silence

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The fog in the valley of Aethelgard did not rise from the earth as mist does in the waking world, but rather exhaled from the very stones, a thick, gray breath that tasted of iron and old blood, clinging to the wool of Major Elias Thorne’s uniform with a persistence that felt less like weather and more like a judgment, a physical manifestation of the years that had stolen the softness from his...

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