The Wistful Letter

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The dream began, as it always did, with the taste of copper and the sound of rain lashing against the single, cracked pane of the attic window. Thomas lay in the narrow cot, his hands clenched around the wool blanket, feeling the familiar, ghostly pressure of the iron key in his left palm. It was not a real key, not in the waking world, but in the recurring nightmare that had haunted the winter...

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