The Wistful Silence

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2026-08-20 16:40:15 -

The smell of roasting goose and burnt sugar hung heavy in the air of the Grand Hall, a thick, cloying mist that settled on the velvet chairs and the polished mahogany tables where the townspeople of Blackwood sat in their finest, waiting for the harvest feast to begin. It was a night of excess, a deliberate overabundance that masked the hollow, gnawing ache in the bellies of the men who worked...

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