The Wistful Silence

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2026-08-21 15:47:07 -

The ink was still wet on the ledger when the bell above the door began to chime. It was a thin, sharp sound, like a bone snapping under a heel. I did not look up. I was a man of numbers, a keeper of accounts, and the numbers did not care for the weather or the whispers of the townsfolk. They cared for the weight of the gold and the value of the trust. "Master Alden," the boy said. He was young,...

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