The Wistful Silence

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The hall smells of roasted duck and wet wool. It is a thick, cloying scent that settles in the throat. You stand by the heavy oak door, your hands hidden in the sleeves of your tunic. The firelight flickers, casting long, dancing shadows against the stone walls. You are not supposed to be here. You are a guest, or so they claim. A guest who arrived three days ago, shivering and mud-caked, from...

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