The Wistful Silence

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I woke from a dream where the walls of our ancestral manor were not stone but skin, soft and pulsing with the slow, rhythmic beat of a heart that had forgotten how to stop, and the air smelled overwhelmingly of rosemary and iron, that ancient metallic tang of blood mixed with the earthy, herbal sharpness of dried herbs hanging in the rafters, a scent that had been my companion for so long it...

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