The Wistful Silence

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Chapter One "Did you hear it?" the King asked, his voice thin as the wire that held the lanterns above the canal. Solveig Kvist stood in the staff canteen, the air heavy with stale coffee and the hum of the broken jukebox, a machine that had not played a tune in three years. She did not answer. She knew the sound. It was the whisper of the Shattered Mirror, a sound that lived in the marrow of...

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