The Wistful Silence

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The ink on the parchment did not dry so much as it sank, seeping into the grain of the vellum like a bruise spreading beneath the skin of the world. I held the tablet, my hands trembling not from the cold that crept through the stone walls of the watchtower, but from the terrible weight of the words that had just been etched there. It was a simple thing, a name, yet it carried the gravity of a...

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