The Wistful Letter

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The rain fell upon the slate roofs of the city with a rhythmic, metallic persistence, a sound that had long since ceased to be mere weather and become, in my mind, the ticking of a clock measuring out the seconds of my remaining sanity. I stood in the center of the grand hall, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and old blood, and I watched the water drip from the tip of my sword onto...

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