The Wistful Letter

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The iron gate of the Hollows stood open, a jagged mouth in the twilight. You do not remember crossing it. You only remember the weight of the hammer in your hand, heavy as a heart stone, and the sound of the ring, sharp and singular, cutting through the fog. The village below was asleep, or dead; it was difficult to tell the difference in this place where the mist clung to the cobblestones like...

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