The Wistful Silence

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The frost had turned the village of Oakhaven into a cage of ice, the kind that did not melt but hardened with every passing hour, pressing the thatched roofs down until they creaked in the wind. Elara Vane stood in her kitchen, her hands stained green from crushed sage, watching the candle flame tremble as the wind rattled the single pane of glass in the window. Across the table, her brother...

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