The Distant Whispers

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The silence in the cellar was not empty; it was heavy, a physical weight that pressed against my eardrums and settled in the hollows of my chest. I sat on the cold stone floor, my knees drawn up to my chin, and I stared at the object in my hands. It was a shawl, woven from a wool so dark it seemed to absorb the faint, flickering light of the single tallow candle I had been allowed to bring down...

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