The Wistful Letter
The wind howled through the iron bars of the keep, a sound like tearing silk. Commander Elias Thorne stood at the window. He watched the rain strike the ancient stone. It was a violent, rhythmic pounding. "Are you awake?" The voice came from the shadows. It was soft. It was dangerous. Elias did not turn. He kept his eyes on the storm. He knew the voice. He knew the weight of the silence that...
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