The Wistful Silence

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2026-08-19 04:28:24 -

The fire did not start with a spark, but with a sound, a low, guttural groan that seemed to rise from the foundations of the stone tower itself. I was kneeling by the hearth, my hands blackened with soot, trying to coax the damp logs into a flame that could warm the damp chill of the November air. The tower was a single, circular room, high-ceilinged and claustrophobic, the only window a narrow...

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