The Wistful Letter

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The feast was not a celebration but a siege, held in the high tower of the crumbling keep where the wind screamed through the arrow slits like a chorus of the damned. Sir Julian Thorne sat at the head of the long, scarred oak table, his armor polished to a mirror sheen that reflected the flickering torchlight, making him appear less like a man and more like a statue carved from cold,...

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