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The time was 1846, and the moors of Dunwarren lay under a endless robe of mist, a place where sound itself sounded hysterical to travel too far. The townies spoke in hushed tones, their words cropped and conservative, for in Dunwarren, silence was n't absence it was presence. They said that when the fog thickened and steps echoed doubly rather of formerly, the Silent Shadow had come to walk beside
By jojoThe time was 1846, and the moors of Dunwarren lay under a endless robe of mist, a place where sound itself sounded hysterical to travel too far. The townies spoke in hushed tones, their words cropped and conservative, for in Dunwarren, silence was n't absence it was presence. They said that when the fog thickened and steps echoed doubly rather of formerly, the Silent Shadow had come to walk beside