The Wistful Silence

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"The frost is coming, Thomas, and it will not wait for your grief." I looked up at Elder Silas. He stood by the hearth, his hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had long since gone cold. The fire in the grate was dying, embers pulsing like weak hearts in the dark. My mother was upstairs, her breathing shallow and ragged, the sound of it the only thing that filled the room now that the wind...

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