The Wistful Letter

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The iron gate shrieked open, a sound like a dying man’s last gasp tearing through the heavy, stagnant air of the twilight, and I stood there, my hands slick with the cold sweat of my own terror, watching as the mist curled around my ankles like the tongues of hungry cats, ready to swallow me whole. I had come to the High Court of Saint Julian’s not as a petitioner, nor as a witness, but as a...

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