The Wistful Letter

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a relentless, hollow rhythm against the slate roof of the chapel, a sound that seemed to hollow out the marrow of anyone who stood beneath it. Elias stood near the altar, his hands clasped so tightly his knuckles had turned the color of old parchment. He was a man carved from silence and stone, his face a map of lines that deepened with every...

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