The Wistful Letter

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The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the bruised purple sky, a thick, wet mist that clung to the cobblestones of the alleyway with the tenacity of a lover who refuses to let go. Silas Thorne stood with his back against the damp brickwork, his breathing ragged, the air tasting of iron and old rot. He was not a man accustomed to such violence, nor to the cold, indifferent geometry...

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