The Wistful Letter

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The carriage wheels bit into the mud of the King’s Highway, a rhythmic, grinding sound that seemed to echo inside the hollows of my own skull. I was twelve years old, small for my age, and the cold of the November night had seeped through the wool of my tunic until I could no longer feel the distinction between my fingers and the iron railing of the seat. We were traveling to the capital, a...

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