The Wistful Silence

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The rain hammered the thatch of the mill roof, a relentless drumming that drowned out the whisper of the river below. I stood in the center of the room, my hand resting on the hilt of my short sword, watching the man who had broken my career. Kael sat on a overturned barrel, his clothes soaked and dark, his eyes bright with a feverish energy that did not match his pale, trembling lips. He was...

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