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... gainst earthenware sounding like pickaxes striking a grave. The red-haired servant returned, like an efficient ghost with pale hands, to clear the empty bowls.
She left behind her a trail of cold indifference and a fleeting scent of harsh soap. Around them, the inn lived in muffled tones: hushed whispers, the scrape of a chair, a sigh from a customer leaning on his elbows. A scene of normalcy that felt off—like a spider’s web stretched over a chasm.
It was in this hushed quiet th ...
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