The Wistful Silence
The harvest moon hung low and heavy over the village of Oakhaven. It was a moon that smelled of wet earth and dying leaves. The great stone hall stood in the center of the square. It was a building of sharp angles and dark wood. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and the scent of roasted pork. The villagers danced. They laughed loud and hard. The noise was a physical thing. It pressed against...
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