The Wistful Silence

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Chapter One The salt pans of the highlands gleamed under a harsh, unblinking sun, a white expanse where the wind scoured the skin of every worker who walked the perimeter. We were a city of debtors, bound by the seasonal law that demanded our tithe in kind before the rains turned the earth to mud. I stood at the edge of the pan, watching the caravan master count the sacks, while the broken...

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