The Wistful Silence

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Act I In the old kingdom, duty was a weight measured in stone and silence. Narong Udomchai stood at the feast for the new magistrate, his hand resting on the hilt of his ancestral sword. The blade hummed, a low frequency that only he could hear, vibrating against his palm like a trapped bird. Around him, the hall smelled of roasted pork and wet earth. The magistrate, a man of soft hands and...

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