The Wistful Letter
The carriage wheels groaned against the cobblestones of the valley, a rhythmic, grinding complaint that echoed the deep, tectonic shift occurring within the mind of Elias Thorne, who sat in the back with his hands wrapped around a leather satchel that felt heavier than the leaden sky above them, a weight that was not physical but spiritual, a dense knot of sorrow and anticipation that had been...
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