The Wistful Silence

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The bell rang once. Then again. Edmund stood in the center of the Hall of Whispers. The stone floor was cold. It bit through his boots. He looked at the Crown. It sat on the velvet cushion. It was old. It was cracked. "Is it ready?" asked the King. The King sat on the throne. He was tall. He was pale. His eyes were like deep wells. They held no light. Only a dark, quiet hunger. Edmund did not...

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