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... > Not silent.... Eiswald was never truly silent, not with the wind coming off the northern tree line and the distant sound of the gatehouse watch changing shifts and the creak of old stonework settling into the cold. But quiet. The kind of quiet that only existed in the gap between midnight and the first hour, when the household had finished its last tasks and not yet begun its first ones.
Eleanor stood at the low stone railing at the yard’s east edge and looked at the sky.
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