The Wistful Silence

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The frost had not yet melted from the flagstones of the courtyard, and the air tasted of iron and old snow, a sharp, metallic tang that coated the back of your throat as you stood before the high oak doors of the manor house. You were not here for glory, nor for the gilded spoons that hung in the great hall like the teeth of some sleeping beast, but for the silence that lived in the walls, a...

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