The Wistful Letter

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The gate is locked. You know it is locked. You have checked the hinges three times. The iron is cold against your palm, slick with rain that has not stopped falling since Tuesday. You are standing in the courtyard of St. Jude’s, a place that should not exist on any map, yet here it is, rotting slowly under a sky that is the color of bruised plums. You are a soldier. Or you were. The uniform...

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