The Wistful Silence

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The mist did not merely obscure the view of Oakhaven; it consumed it, a slow, grey tide that swallowed the limestone blocks of the boundary wall with the patience of a predator. Thomas Bradshaw, twelve years old and thin as a reed, stood on the crumbling ramparts with his father’s chisel in hand, the cold steel biting into his palm. He was not there to admire the ruin; he was there to save his...

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