The Wistful Silence

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The stone walls of the Blackfort infirmary wept with a dampness that smelled of iron and old blood, a constant, cold exhale that Thomas Bradshaw had learned to ignore until tonight, when the silence between the drips of water from the ceiling felt less like emptiness and more like a held breath. Thomas, a sergeant of thirty years with a face mapped by scars and a spine stiff from decades of...

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