The Wistful Silence

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You are walking toward the edge of the world, or so it feels, as the fog thickens around your boots and the path narrows into a single, treacherous line of stones. The air is heavy, smelling of wet moss and old iron, a scent that has clung to you since you left the village, since you last saw the face of the man who was once your brother in arms and is now your judge. You do not look back. To...

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