The Wistful Silence

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The rain in the Grey Keep did not fall; it hovered, a thick, silver mist that clung to the stone walls like a second skin, breathing in time with the slow pulse of the castle itself. You stood in the center of the Great Hall, your boots heavy with the damp earth of the courtyard outside, your hands wrapped tightly around the hilt of a sword that felt less like metal and more like a cold, living...

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