The Wistful Letter

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You wake up in the bell tower. The air is cold. It smells of rust and wet stone. You are not alone. "Get up, Jack," a voice says. You open your eyes. The light is grey. It cuts through the slats of the window. You see a face. It is your face. No. It is not your face. It is old. It is tired. It wears the uniform of the city guard. The brass buttons are dull. The cap sits low on the forehead....

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