The Faded Portrait

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The silence in the valley of Aethelgard was not an absence of sound, but a presence, a heavy, viscous thing that pressed against the eardrums and settled in the marrow, a geological weight that had accumulated over centuries of unspoken grief and rigid, unyielding law. I sat in the lower chamber of the infirmary, a space carved from the living rock of the cliffside, where the air tasted of damp...

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