Silver had learned to recognize silence in many forms.There was the peaceful kind, and then there was the wrong kind of silence, the kind that felt watched.It began as a faint pressure behind her temples, a subtle awareness, like standing too close to a cliff’s edge without seeing it.Silver paused midway through brushing her hair.The room Arthur had given her was warm, large, carefully prepared, fresh linens, a carved wooden chest at the foot of the bed, a window overlooking the forest line where pale afternoon light filtered through tall pines.She blinked slowly, the sensation faded. She exhaled and set the brush down.The adjustment to new territory, new emotional ter
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