The Wistful Silence

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2026-08-21 17:57:44 -

Thomas woke with the taste of iron on his tongue. It was a familiar flavor, metallic and sharp, like the blood from a bitten lip. He lay still in the narrow bed, staring at the thatched ceiling. The beams were old, darkened by centuries of soot and smoke. Outside, the wind howled against the stone walls of the chapel. It was a sound that did not cease. It never ceased. He sat up. His knees...

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