The Wistful Silence

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The frost had not yet taken the ground, but it had taken the iron, and in the hollow of my palm, the blade of my father’s sword was a thing of living ice, biting into the flesh with a precision that felt less like pain and more like a surgical correction of the self. I sat in the main hall of Vane Manor, a space that had once echoed with the clatter of silver and the laughter of guests, now...

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