The Wistful Letter

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2026-08-18 11:09:17 -

The fog lay thick on the moor. It swallowed the stone walls. It drank the light. Silas stood alone. His boots sank into the mud. The cold bit his skin. He waited. The night was long. The dark was deep. He held the lantern. The flame trembled. It cast long shadows. They danced on the ground. They looked like hands. They looked like ghosts. Silas did not move. He was a soldier. He had seen war....

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