The Wistful Silence

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2026-08-20 09:50:32 -

Mara watched the last of the sun bleed into the treeline, a slow, viscous darkening that seemed to swallow the horizon whole. She stood at the edge of the moor, her breath forming small, ghostly circles in the biting air, and behind her, the stone walls of the abbey rose like the ribs of some ancient, sleeping beast. The wind here did not howl; it whispered, a constant, low-frequency hum that...

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