The Wistful Letter

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The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the sky, a cold, grey mist that seeped into the bones of the stone walls of the Citadel. It was a place of perpetual dampness, where the air tasted of iron and old blood, and the silence was not empty but heavy, pressing against the eardrums like deep water. In his small, windowless cell, Marcus sat on the floor, his back against the cold...

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