The Wistful Silence

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You are three days late, Mrs. Vane. Elara kept her head down, clutching the leather satchel against her chest as if it contained a live bird, though it held only her notes and a flask of cold tea. The carriage rattled over the cobblestones of the valley road, the sound a dry, rhythmic crack that seemed to echo the dryness in her own throat. Lord Vane stood in the doorway of the manor, a...

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