The Wistful Silence

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2026-08-22 08:01:58 -

The wind tore at the eaves of the guardhouse, a sound like tearing cloth that had become the background noise of my life for ten years. I am Thomas, thirty-two, a captain in the border guard, and I am tired. The house is old, its stone walls weeping black mold that smells of iron and rot. I want to secure my pension by retiring before the winter thaw. The thaw brings the mud, and the mud brings...

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