The Wistful Silence

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Act I Amelie Etienne remembered the weight of the clay before she remembered the cold. The amulet sat in her palm, river-mud pressed flat by twenty years of worry, and the air in the counting room tasted of wet wool and old debt. She was forty-two, a master weaver, and the commission for the city museum was due Friday. The Silence pressed against her sternum, a cold, heavy stone that grew...

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