The Wistful Silence

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2026-08-21 11:20:21 -

The road to the capital was not merely a path of packed earth and mud, but a ribbon of exhaustion that wound through the autumn forests until it dissolved into the gray haze of the city gates. Sir Thomas Bradshaw rode a horse that had seen better days, its coat matted with sweat and dirt, its breath coming in shallow, ragged hitches that mirrored the rhythm of its rider’s own heart. Thomas had...

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