The Wistful Letter

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The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it seeped, a grey mist that clung to the cobblestones and the rotting wood of the garrison. It was the kind of weather that made bones ache and spirits sour, a perpetual dampness that had settled over the town since the Great Silence three years prior. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood by the window of his quarters, watching the fog swallow the silhouette...

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