The Wistful Silence

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The leather is torn. You will pay for it, Ewan. Three pence, or you work the night shift. I looked at Master Halloway. He stood by the cold coals, his back to me, holding the strip of black hide like a dead snake. It was once part of my father’s executioner’s hood. I knew this because I had seen the original, stiff with dried blood, hanging in the Guild’s inner sanctum before they barred me...

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