The Wistful Silence
Chapter One The water town of Kael moved with the slow, grinding rhythm of a millstone, the canal water churning black and thick under the weight of the summer heat. Boats scraped against the stone embankments, their hulls slick with algae, while the air hung heavy with the smell of rotting oyster shells and woodsmoke. In this damp, soot-choked world, silence was not empty; it was a substance,...
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