The Wistful Letter

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The wind in the valley of Ossa did not blow so much as it exhaled, a long, cold breath that carried the scent of wet iron and decayed peat across the stonework of the sanctuary. It was here, in the deepest chamber of the temple where the moonlight filtered through the high, narrow slits like pale liquid, that Elias Thorne sat. He was a man carved from the same gray granite as the columns that...

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