The Wistful Letter
The rain fell on the tower. It fell hard. It fell without stop. Elias stood by the window. He watched the water. It ran in sheets. The glass was cold. His breath fogged the pane. He wiped it away. The fog returned. He was a scholar. He studied the old texts. He read the dead languages. He knew the weight of words. He knew their power. He believed in order. He believed in reason. The castle was...
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