The Wistful Silence

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The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it settled, a heavy, grey mist that clung to the cobblestones and the damp wool of the soldiers’ greatcoats. It was a morning like any other in the long, cold siege that had settled over the city, a quiet suffocation where hunger was a constant companion and the air tasted of wet ash and iron. Thomas Bradshaw stood in the narrow doorway of the...

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