The Wistful Letter

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The rain tasted of iron. It slicked the mud of the courtyard, turning the cobblestones into black mirrors. Captain Elias Thorne held his ground. His boots sank deep. He did not flinch. Across the square, the Duke’s men formed a wall of steel. They waited for the order. The air was thick with the smell of wet wool and fear. Elias looked down at his hands. They were stained with old blood. He...

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