The Wistful Silence

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The mist in the valley of Aethelgard did not drift so much as it pressed, a heavy, damp weight that settled into the joints and the lungs, making the air taste of iron and old rain. Margaret Holloway sat alone in the loom-house, the only light source the thin, grey dawn filtering through the high, dust-caked windows, her hands moving with a mechanical precision that belied the terror tightening...

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