The Wistful Silence

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2026-08-20 07:36:24 -

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the slate roof of the estate, a relentless, hollow rhythm that filled the silence. I sat in the library. The fire burned low. The logs popped and spat. I held the sword in my lap. It was not a weapon. Not anymore. It was a boundary. A line drawn in steel and history. My hand rested on the hilt. The leather grip was worn smooth by...

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