The Wistful Letter

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The wool of my doublet itched. It had itched for three weeks, a constant, low-grade irritation against the skin that I had ceased to notice. I sat in the damp corner of the keep, the stone cold through the thin fabric of my tunic. Outside, the rain lashed the high windows. It was a grey, leaden afternoon in the castle of Blackwood. The air smelled of wet stone, mold, and the faint, metallic...

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