The Wistful Letter

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2026-08-17 19:23:36 -

The blade sang. It was a thin, high note. It cut the air. It cut the silence. I held it tight. My fingers bled. The blood was red. It was warm. It dripped onto the stone floor. The stone was cold. The stone was old. The stone remembered. I was the scholar. I was the keeper of the texts. I was the reader of the signs. I was the one who knew the cost. The cost was high. The cost was life. The...

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