The Wistful Letter

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The mist did not merely hang over the valley; it possessed it, a thick, grey wool that choked the breath from the air and wrapped the ancient pines in a suffocating embrace, so that when you opened your eyes in the dream, you were already buried up to your neck in the damp, cold earth of the roadside, the weight of the night pressing down upon your shoulders with the indifference of a god who...

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