The Wistful Letter

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The rain in Blackwood did not fall; it hung, a suspended grey curtain that blurred the edges of the cobblestones and swallowed the sound of my own footsteps. I walked with the heavy, deliberate gait of a man who carries a wound he refuses to show the world. My name is Arthur, though the men in the grey coats had begun to call me the Beast of the Undercroft. They said it with a mix of fear and...

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