The Wistful Silence

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2026-08-21 11:13:22 -

In the dream, the iron gate was made of teeth. They chattered against the sky. A gray mist rolled over the fields of the old world, a world where the laws were written in stone and kept by men who wore no faces. Cillian woke with the taste of rust in his mouth. He was not in his own bed. He was in a wagon, the floorboards slick with dew and the smell of wet wool. Beside him sat his brother,...

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