The Wistful Silence

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The velvet coat hangs from the iron hook by the door, its lining a deep, arterial crimson that pulses in the dim candlelight. You are Eleanor, and you are the scholar of this house, though the world outside the high stone walls calls you merely the wife of Lord Ashworth. It is a title that tastes of rust and old blood in your mouth. You stand before the mirror, the glass clouded by the damp air...

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