The Wistful Letter

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The rain does not fall so much as it is hammered into the cobblestones of the courtyard, a relentless, gray drumming that sounds like the heartbeat of the city itself, a rhythm you have felt in your own veins since you were a child hiding beneath the floorboards of the pantry. You are standing in the shadow of the Great Hall, the air thick with the scent of wet wool and old stone, and your...

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