The Wistful Silence

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The air in the Great Hall of Blackwood Keep did not merely smell of dust and old stone; it tasted of the specific, metallic tang of a promise long broken, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a splinter of rusted iron. Sir Aldous Vane stood at the far end of the room, his knees trembling not from the cold that seeped up through the flagstones, but from the sheer, crushing weight of...

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