The Wistful Silence

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The orchard burned with late autumn light. It was a festival of decay, a riot of russet and gold that the town of Oakhaven had gathered to witness. They came from the mills and the coal yards, dressed in their best, to watch the old fruit fall. They brought baskets. They brought laughter. They brought the heavy, sweet smell of rotting apples that clung to the air like a second skin. Elias...

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