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Weekly Contest #350
The stew was bad, the fireplace was smoky, and there stood Silas. Silas was a man who would whisper sorry to the floor just for walking on it.He’s spent mastering how to be invisible; unseen. Like a ghost. And in the village of Oakhaven, being invisible didn’t mean people didn’t notice you. It meant being the man whose name people forgot even when he was talking right in front of them. Silas worked in the tavern like a piece of furniture. Which is essential, but ignored. The tavern was one that always smelled like rotten wood, burnt fat, and...
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