The Wistful Letter

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The iron gate screamed against the stone as I pushed it open. It was a sound I had not heard in forty years, yet it echoed in my bones with the clarity of a bell struck in a silent church. I stood before the keep of Blackwood Manor, the structure that had defined my youth and, ultimately, my exile. The air was thick with the scent of wet moss and decaying oak. My hands, once steady enough to...

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