The Wistful Silence

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The frost bit deep into the stone walls of the keep. It was a cold that lived in the marrow. I sat in the high tower. The window was narrow. The glass was thick. Outside, the world was white and silent. A snowdrift hid the courtyard. The air smelled of pine and old iron. I held a shard of glass in my hand. It was sharp. It was clear. It was broken. This was the only thing I owned. Below, in the...

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