The Wistful Silence

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The count of the harvest was a heavy, wet thing, measured not in gold but in the sheer, crushing weight of turnips and cabbages piled into the long wooden troughs that ran the length of the Oakhaven hall, and Constable Elias Thorne stood at the head of the table with his hands resting on the polished oak, feeling the cold seep through the soles of his boots into the marrow of his bones while...

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