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The frost had not yet broken when the coughing started. It was a dry, rattling sound, like a marble tumbling in a tin cup, and it echoed off the stone walls of the granary where Thomas sat with his brother, Elias. They were not men of great stature, but they were sturdy, their hands calloused from years of breaking ground and hauling grain. The village of Oakhaven lay silent behind them,...
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