The Wistful Letter

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The rain did not fall; it descended, a heavy, gray curtain that erased the horizon and blurred the boundary between the world of men and the place where the dead lingered. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the black water, his boots sinking into mud that smelled of iron and rot. He was a man carved from silence and duty, his uniform dark and wet, clinging to a frame that had once been...

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