The Wistful Letter

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2026-08-17 14:27:11 -

The fire starts at dawn. It is a small, wet thing, yet it grows with a terrible, slow hunger. You watch the smoke curl from the roof of the old mill. The air tastes of ash and copper. You do not run. You stand by the gate, your hands trembling in the cold damp. The building is dying. It has been dying for years, but today it finally exhales. You are the keeper. That is what they call you. Not...

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