The Wistful Letter

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2026-08-18 19:56:51 -

The coat is still on the chair. You see it. Every day. It hangs there in the corner of the high, vaulted hall. Velvet. Dark. Heavy. It smells of dust and old wool. It smells of you. You are not alone here. But you are. The walls breathe. The stone is cold. You touch it. It bites. The court is empty. The King is gone. The Queen is gone. The guards are gone. Only the shadows remain. And the...

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