The Wistful Letter

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The fire did not arrive as a warning, but as a verdict, consuming the eastern wing of Blackwood Hall with a silence that was somehow louder than the roar of the flames themselves. I stood on the precipice of the cliff, the wind whipping my hair into a tangled halo, watching the timber groan and splinter under the weight of its own destruction. It was a strange, detached sensation, observing...

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