The hall did not go quiet. It went the other way and stayed there.Forty wolves on their feet and the whole of it was the sound of a village that had been lied to for thirty six years and that had just been told a lie in its own hall. Tom was shouting at Hannah and Hannah was shouting at the man beside her and the woman from the post office had her hand over her mouth and Arthur was standing at the back with his stick in his hand and his old face working. The nine of them were along the wall and the whole of the nine were watching and not saying a word.Mairéad stood at the head of the table with her silver hair down and her black coat on and her hands folded and she let it go on.And then she put her hand up."There is a thing about this hall," she said, and her voice carried the way it had carried for fourteen years, low and warm and musical, and the whole of it went quiet to hear her. "There is a thing about this hall that no wolf in it has said out loud since June. It is a hall th
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