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The ivy on the north wall of the keep was blooming, a faint, almost imperceptible green that seemed to breathe against the cold stone. I watched it from my window, my hand resting on the cold glass, feeling the vibration of the castle’s silence. It was a heavy silence, the kind that settles into the marrow, not the peace of a sleeping child but the stillness of a held breath before a scream. I...
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