The Wistful Dinner

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The quill in Eamon’s hand trembled, not from cold, but from the sheer weight of the silence pressing against his ribs. He stood before the High Court, a space where the air smelled of dried ink and old stone, and the sound of his own blood rushing in his ears was the only noise that mattered. His brother, Cillian, was bound in iron chains three paces away, his face a mask of bruised defiance,...

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