The Wistful Silence

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The wind did not howl in the Hall. It whispered. It had a voice, low and raspy, like a man clearing his throat before a eulogy. Elara stood in the center of the Great Hall, her hands resting on the back of the High Table. The wood was worn smooth by centuries of elbows, of fear, of waiting. It was not just wood. It was skin. It was memory. It was the place where he had sat, and the place where...

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