The Wistful Silence

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You wake with the taste of rust in your mouth, a metallic tang that coats the tongue and lingers against the teeth. It is the taste of old iron, of blood long dried, of chains that have been worn thin by centuries of use. You are lying on the cobblestones of a street that should not exist in the modern world, a narrow alleyway in a city that smells of damp wool and burning coal. The sky above...

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