The Wistful Letter

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, grey curtain that smelled of wet stone and old rot. I stood in the center of the cell, my back against the cold dampness of the wall, and watched the water drip from the lintel above. Each drop hit the flagstones with a dull, rhythmic thud. *Thud. Thud. Thud.* It was the only clock I had left. My name is Elias Thorne, and for three...

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