The Wistful Silence

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2026-08-23 08:30:05 -

The mist in Oakhaven did not rise; it lay, thick and grey as wet wool, pressing against the windowpanes of the cottage until the world outside was merely a suggestion. Elias Thorne sat at the kitchen table, his hands trembling as he held the iron knife, watching the candlelight flicker against the damp stone walls. His wife, Mara, slept in the next room, her breathing shallow and ragged, a...

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